Johnny Sumler Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 27

The world to me is not that much a place
Of peace and love, though lavender and lust
Tempts me to twist and turn away from grace
And of her world, my heart she can not trust

Dear love, my dear, shall lies be thy abuse?
As I desire the richness of her oil
Violence dost wrath, yet violets seduce
My sins to surge and slip into her soil

Passions do rise from natures spinning wheel
The likeness of forbidden fruit in fire
Holding your hand, your heart I could not heal
As if another world I did admire

Methinks my mind has wounds from being whirled,
And I an eye that blinks blind through the world

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Elizabeth Wesley October 14, 2011 at 6:34 PM As usual Johnny, your sonnets are mesmerizing, love how you spin tangible objects with nature's contribution. "violets seduce" - lovely description and the last two lines are so satisfying. PS Glad you are back, miss you when you are gone. :)