Frederic Parker Poet Sonnet

Crossing Time

The wrath of time will cling to me and stay
To form a shell on my template of skin
The shores I walk will always guide my way
And show the highs and lows of tides within
The length of time will shorten on my shore
And I will watch the flesh I wear turn gray
The speed of life my thoughts cannot ignore
When death is rushing towards without delay
As I wave to memory's last goodbye
I'll turn to watch the sunsets disappear
No eye will come to comfort me and cry
Rather I'll raise a toast of wine and cheer

The thought of death I'll never comprehend
And only stop to notice at the end

10/25/17

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Frank Sheehan October 26, 2017 at 12:48 PM Fabulous Sonnet. It conveys a difficult topic eloquently. Enjoyed it immensely.

Andrea Dietrich October 25, 2017 at 7:32 PM Ah, death. WE poets become more and more fond of this topic with age! You did very well with the theme. I especially like the lines about the length of time shortening on your shore and the "the wearing" of flesh turning grey!

Andrea Dietrich October 25, 2017 at 7:30 PM sorry to hear you had such an abusive parent, Frederic. Now I will read your latest sonnet.

Sunlite Wanter October 25, 2017 at 6:45 PM Very touching.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 25, 2017 at 12:26 PM A great pen, sealed by those last two lines, just splendid. Enjoyed :) A lovely day to you Frederic! xomo