If seeking Something, e’re the hope will fail;
Instead, lie back, let Nothing fill your sail.
Category: Sonnets
It’s funny, I put the word “Sonnet” in the title, and automatically fewer people view/read it, like it’s going to be some sort of “academic” chore to even click the link. It’s unfortunate, because while these are among some of my least read stuff, I am easily most proud of many of these. It’s a wonderful form, and I think I keep getting better at it.
Sonnet XLIV – Plans Best Laid
Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.
Sonnet XLIII – Unsparing
Whatever form that functions is the thing
That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.
Sonnet XLII – Dreamscape Verses
Sometimes at night we’re better than we think; Or So. Much. Worse. when dreams push to the brink.
Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
Sonnet XL: Refocusing
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
Sonnet XXXIX: On Advent – VI
I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.
awash in truer song – Sonnett XXXIX
My yonder wild still calls, don’t get me wrong; some days its Sirens all that fill my ears.
Ardently Reject the Counterfeit – Sonnet XXXVIII
Confounded why such phases bring sere blight; I ardently reject the counterfeit.
The Curtain Crashed – Sonnet XXXVII
The curtain crashed before the show was o’er, / So no one got to see the very end.
The Palette of My Life Some Colors Short – Sonnet XXXVI
These metaphors diverse I do intend; Results remain remote unto the end.
The Seinfeld – Sonnet XXXV
I’m trying to do a sonnet straight from heart; No edits, tweaking, change of any kind.
The Paradox – Sonnet XXXIV
Why fail to act when acting holds the key? This riddle I have just begun to solve.
This Thing Called Hope – Sonnet XXXIII
So pushing on, I live my Best Todays / And Trust Tomorrow’s Hope will Suit our Ways.
The Ageless Song – Sonnet XXXII
For Fear just serves to keep us in The Dark; Embrace the Verse and on New Paths embark.
The Unmatched Song – Sonnet XXXI
I hear the cardinal whistling in my morn / And wonder what he’s thinking as he sings
Life Uncovered – Sonnet XXX
The unexamined life is not worth living, / And Life Uncovered – Hidden – Unforgiving.
What Once Was Known – Sonnet XXIX
I wake to see the chrysalis transluce
Sweet Sixteen – Sonnet XXVIII
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
Sonnet XXVII – formed in space
Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine
defying atrophy 