Andrew Fairchild Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 4 'The Beauty of the End, Is, It's Beginning'

The Beauty of the End, is, It's Beginning!
For Aspen never rise, till fire is still,
And all Endeavors, Loves, and Lives are Ash...
All that is product of the Human Will
Persists, till not a stone's upon a stone,
And every outbreath lifts the dust to motes,
Upon the Light that shows a Pilgrim Alone;
Gone far to see what's left -- dust chokes the throat...
So, Ancient Empires fall, but, 'apres le feu'*
The Aspens grow, and someday, gild the slope.
And Life and Death there dance a 'pas de deux',**
And Life gets the Applause, lets go Death's rope,
Death fades and bows and then... was never there...
And leaves a Scent of Morning on the Air...

*'apres le feu' - after the fire
**'pas de deux' - a duet dance in a ballet

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Luke Hobbs December 1, 2018 at 9:31 PM Excellent and interesting use of syntax. I like the different in which you use the idea of dust in various forms. And the rhyming and use of the French terms to fit the lines they're in is well done, sir. Andrew Fairchild December 1, 2018 at 9:40 PM Thank you, sir. I honestly never thought much about all that.

P.S. Awtry November 25, 2018 at 10:06 AM Gorgeous! Every single line is beautiful! Andrew Fairchild November 29, 2018 at 5:18 AM You are so kind! Thank you very much.