Kurt Ravidas Poet Sonnet

Footprints of Angels

My poetry looks like a heavensickness.
The paradise from which I was exiled
is locked up tight. Nor luck, nor mental quickness,
nor tractable iambuses, nor wild,

limped on their right leg trochees, nor bad English
(oh, those “which” and “that” I can’t distinguish,
or, say, the tenses. What a hellish tongue!
Sometimes I wish I died when I was young),

nor Russian, my insane experimenter
and faithful servant (though, some dura'ki*
find it's not true) – that’s not enough to enter,
and all I really need is just a key.

Alas, I haven’t. But through the keyhole
I see footprints of angels on my soul.


* (rus.) fools

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David Smith May 20, 2019 at 2:19 AM A poem that expresses honesty in every word. Glad you did not try to overthink it and went with your what you first felt. Kind regards David in NZ Kurt Ravidas May 20, 2019 at 6:03 AM Thank you, David in NZ. Rays of respect)

Darlene De Beaulieu May 14, 2019 at 1:40 PM Hello Kurt Ravidas, Word can not explain how much I like this poem. So beautifully created. Wow! have a nice day my friend. Kurt Ravidas May 20, 2019 at 6:05 AM Thank you very much, Darlene. You're always welcome here)

Swetha Vangaveti May 14, 2019 at 6:19 AM Your page introduced me to a new style of writing. Wanna try this sort. Thank you so much:) Kurt Ravidas May 14, 2019 at 12:20 PM Thanks for reading, Swetha. Hoping, you'll enjoy a new style)

Connie Marcum Wong May 13, 2019 at 8:44 PM Your poetry is a gift Kurt! I love the uniqueness of this poem with its stunning imagery you have ended it with. Thank you! : ) xxoo Kurt Ravidas May 14, 2019 at 4:07 AM Thank you, Connie)

Gershon Wolf May 13, 2019 at 3:47 PM I find your melody to be 'on key,' my friend. Look at what you've accomplished! (and screw the tenses and pronouns, as most Americans do anyway today). 'YOU DA MAN!' Best always, Gershon Kurt Ravidas May 13, 2019 at 4:03 PM Gotcha! I know what to ask you about, Wolf. Pls, see mail.

Robert Lindley May 12, 2019 at 3:19 PM My friend, keyhole looking is fine but opening the door to step on through means no turning back. Oft the angels are off in the distance, dancing to moon's prancing rays and its sky holding hands. Truly beautiful poetry from your eager and valiant pen! A fav... Kurt Ravidas May 13, 2019 at 10:02 AM Thank you very much, Robert. Especially for such adjectives as eager and valiant. And for fav too)

Caren Krutsinger May 12, 2019 at 8:47 AM "Through the keyhole I see footprints of angels on my soul". This in itself IS one of the best poems I have ever read, Kurt. Maybe THE BEST poem I have ever read! Kurt Ravidas May 13, 2019 at 10:04 AM Thank you, dear Caren. I'm affraid, the best is too strong word for my humble poetry)