I have no teeth and combless I remain
My hair once silk is now a tangled briar..
Men gaze on me with ruthless cold disdain
My visage will no longer spark their fire.
I have no mind and so I cannot think
I cannot love nor hate now as I tire.
Yet runs my nose and do my eyes not blink?
Where is that man with care and white desire?
I have no heart,or it turns cold and hard.
Yet soul I have and spirit and my sight.
At life’s long game I fling down all my cards.
And ask for nothing but a means of flight.
For beauty withers as my wisdom grows.
And none observe the circling of the crows.
How my heart sings 
A splendid sonnet Katherine, greatly enjoyed.
Thank you,Mike.I value your views
A stark landscape you have created here – in the material world; in the soul.
Yes,it’s intriguing as when I begin I don’t know what will arrive.But sonnets often seen to bring up sad themes.I have written humorous ones but that’s not the way they usually emerge.. it’s love and death that mainly come up.Thanks so much for giving me your opinion.I find I enjoy writing them even when they are stark as the form seems able to contain this.