Category: Sonnets

2018 Sonnet Two

The day was dark so I went back to bed.
It seemed like too much trouble to inhale.
They seemed of steel, those cobwebs in my head,
That trapped my sense of me beyond the pale.

The day was like another long ago,
A day so dark I scarce could see the end.
By fortune my head held my heart in tow,
He bribed her till t’was nothing left to spend.

And that was just enough to hold me fast,
To keep me breathing yet another day.
I lived a day that could have been my last.
My head had shown my heart a better way.

The former day had taught me to survive,
The latter day to breathe, to live, to thrive.

 

 

2018 Sonnet One

Perhaps if all of us in sonnet speak,
To share in meter, rhythm, train and rhyme,
Of ways to find the lost and help the weak,
We’d love them more because we took the time

To force linguistic structure on our thoughts,
Perchance to leave less room for doubt and hate.
Perhaps it’s worth a shot, as Jesus taught,
To humble down ourselves and elevate

Our sisters, brothers, strangers, enemies,
To where the Good Lord said that they should be,
Ahead of me in my priorities,
Where hate enslaves, pray love will set us free.

This might be just a useless exercise,
But this, like coffee, serves to open eyes.