Category: Sonnet

America

Blooming outward, scrolls ‘tween swirls embed, Simplicity of form each rounded side, In shades of palest blue and pastel red, Each going its own way yet unified. Symbolic of the majesty it hides beneath its vault, the chambers of our state, Tempestuous tempers, diff’rences…

Uncertainty

Around the wide, wide world this afternoon, ‘neath searing sun and darkening shade, a storm, It gathered, silent, ominous, it loomed, So sudden, interrupting mindless norms. We journeyed on, ignoring what could come, No choice but journey on to foreign shores, With backward glancing,…

Legacy

I’d watch him early mornings, pre-work hours, Examining his plot aside the fence, He’d smile to see the haze of yellow flowers, That patience soon would bear some evidence. I wondered how the psyche of this man, His fingers slaked and bruised with mason’s…

Peaceful Pause

An afternoon with nought to do but perch amid the verdant lush, on cushioned bench, My doggie and my camera, neath the birch, Watching chipmunks digging out their trench. When in a flash, a wave of black descended Upon the branches far as I…

Split Personality

ACandy or breath mint; baffled still, For why must one be often so defined? Forsooth, the split identity fulfills the raison d’etre, often, so combined. I ponder this conundrum, as I find a lovely, petaled flower, midst my herbs, Should I snip the shoots before…

Of Shade and Light

Invading all my senses, warmth and light upon my back, I never thought to view a sunrise, as a spreader of the bright rays, whilst I, enshadowed;  sight’s renewed. My folio is filled with golden hues, Of morns and suns, ‘cross beaches, lakes and…

Sheffield Sunrise

It’s been some time since last I scrunched those blades of summer grass, dew-drenched beneath my feet, Yet mem’ries still live, verdant, but now shades of what was once renewal, soul’s retreat. I’d wake before the dawn to catch the sweet, pre-sunrise moments, as…

In Aeternam

This room, this space, this temporary place, Awaiting and prepared for curtain call, Two hundred voices sing, in hallowed space, A timeless opus, swept up and enthralled. “Libera me”, staves fly fast before my eyes, Rising and descending hopes and fears, Pleading desperation, truth…

Magnificat

A glimpse of  heaven in a drop rain, Emerging spring buds straining to burst free, At first, I only see the the snow’s remains, Yet, as I think upon it, more I see. A drop of rain, a grain of sand, a breeze, We…

Morning Ritual

He wakes at dawn with lust for life and glee, Shaking off the night shades, jingling tags (the clinking of his collar) call to me: “Wake up and join me, see my tail’s a wag.” Bounding down the first flight, waits; while I with…

Rocking Chair

There nothing quite alluring as that chair So finely crafted, sanding-wheeled and glazed, Hand-rubbed, enhancing grain and curves with care, And waiting just for me to be amazed. When placed with will, upon the porch so grand, Two-storied decks of un-named mountain inn, Aligned,…

Snow

It lay upon the crunchy winter sod, It reaches far and wide ‘top wooden slats, (a foot bridge o’er the icy cygnet pond), And spreads its shivers ‘cross the barnyard grass. The night before, while stoking coals in hearth, Awaiting Father Winter’s bedtime tuck,…

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