Terrifying Sonnets

Unspool your unexamined memories,
Rewriting history with every turn,
Embroidering the truth, gazing astern
To watch the past fade, through the old, dry trees.
Emerging now, at last, from the deep freeze,
You want an audience to watch you burn,
Explode with longing, cry out, move on, yearn,
Write terrifying sonnets, too, like these.

Remember me? I taught you how to write
Without the imagery that others claimed
Your poems needed. I said they were maimed
By such distractions: clear ideas might
Stand best alone, without the sea, the light,
The spirit animals. They were ashamed.