Deb Radke Poet Sonnet

Ode To Poetrysoup

From whence come these words, this laud, this acclaim;
  ‘Tis true I can rhyme my thoughts, my feelings;
From whence comes this doorway, pathway to fame;
  Honor thou offer - my heart is reeling;
From whence comes the care and grace of your praise;
  ‘Tis true I have sought to write for your vote;
From whence comes honor my poetry raised;
  Judgment thou offer - a glorious note;
From whence comes acceptance deep in my soul;
  ‘Tis true now I bow on my bended knee;
From whence comes praise, for my heart is now full;
  This laud I return, accept it I plead.

     How do I thank thee; I do not have a way.
     This humble thanksgiving, take it, I pray.

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James Fraser December 17, 2010 at 4:54 AM I know there are so many poets here on the Soup, and it's not easy to read everyones poetry. Sometimes I just take the urge, and I choose someone. I have been so fortunate, as the ones I have chosen, I still follow their work, and I always will. I'm not sure how many others do. You are an invaluable addition to the Soup, and the lovely thank you portrays that....James :)

Carolyn Devonshire December 13, 2010 at 8:44 AM Such an uplifting sonnet, Deb. And so true that we post here hoping for acceptance and understanding. A "7" is my judgment. Blessings to you over the holidays. Love, Carolyn

Sara Kendrick December 13, 2010 at 4:09 AM Interesting work..You have talent..Good that you are here to share your gift..Your presence at my work lifted my spirits this morn..Thanks for dropping by..Sara