Craig Cornish Poet Sonnet

Always...

Shakespearean Sonnet

The waves still roll and crash upon the shore,
and trees grow old and tumble to the ground
~ forever means the same just like before,
except that now...it circles all around.
The memories of years are joined as one
and always is a promise never made,
as fate will follow everywhere we run
to mix within the silence it invades.
So fickle is the future as it holds 
the secrets of our lives already known;
within the heart of truths that it enfolds
where hidden seeds of absolutes are grown.
     But ~ what of waves and trees we've never seen?
     Could they still be just always as they've been...

(Mom ~ April 1930 - August 2026)

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CayCay Godwin September 5, 2026 at 1:37 AM I thoroughly enjoyed reading this beautiful sonnet, the questioning emotions are palatable. For me, there is also a frustrating angst.

Nette Onclaud September 1, 2026 at 5:52 PM i feel you through every wisp of your lines, craig...may time grant you sweet healing after your mom's passing...it's september and i am reminded of my own mother's natal day : she left us years back... thankyou for this tender, lovely sonnet! Craig Cornish September 1, 2026 at 7:44 PM Thanks so much Nette, nothing shakes our world like losing family, it's surreal -- I must be thankful for all the years she was here...

Alison A Smith August 23, 2026 at 8:03 PM A moving elegy that uses the enduring rhythms of waves and trees to contemplate memory, fate, and the elusive meaning of “always.” The Shakespearean-sonnet structure lends the tribute a graceful formal steadiness, while the final couplet opens tenderly into wonder, hope, and remembrance. Sorry for the loss .. your sonnet causes a eye to tear, as I remember my mother.❤️ Craig Cornish September 1, 2026 at 7:41 PM Thanks so much Alison

Ink Empress August 23, 2026 at 12:23 PM Craigsz, my heart hurts ... I felt every word written here, and especially the opening lines. I am sending you my sincere and deepest condolences ~ youv been a great and wonderful son! I know she will rest in peace, poetry and love. Sending you light always I am deeply saddened to read this sonnet, altho so beautiful composed. 🤲🏻🫶🏻 Craig Cornish August 23, 2026 at 7:38 PM Thank you dear Inky....the last line is the only one not in perfect meter---I didn't want it to be...because...life, and these times rarely are no matter - no matter--Hugs