Sonnet Fourteen
Petal of limpid life veils the naked eye,
shadow and spoil refrains the question ideal;
asking not within,
without ---
dark night shines,
while day grins ---
The answer unowned,
unowned by us the source of impeccable enquiry;
seasoned for patient resolve ---
tempered and unafraid,
in fortitude stone,
alone,
yet the voices of many
(lead us home)
****Written in 2000, my very first sonnet****
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2018
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