Stir

Written: February 28, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mayhem prevails as calm dries and stirs rise. A ruckus erupts as words and deeds blend. Oh, the wrath, related storm, and squall size. Building burning blaze, to draw in hearts trend. Dance and bustle, spark the soulful lost fire. Wrath symphony loudly incites the crowd. Rumpus drew seeing their whimsies were dire. Slashes and ripples, ruffled wings, brisk loud. Cloud voices, balk colder, fire with purpose. Cyclone whirl, heat, and mayhem hurl the mind. Through life, wards meet in a stirring service Spoons, fluff, defiance, and keenness behind A spark of hope with all this lapse and strife. Grief may spark split, but it can propel life.

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Constance La France

Date: 3/9/2024 2:29:00 PM

Sotto, congratulations on your win in my contest, wonderful writing, blessings, Constance

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 3/7/2024 1:21:00 PM

Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your lovely "Stir" write/quote. Love your last line. Have a great day with your wonderful win..................

Krishnanand Guptar

Date: 3/7/2024 8:41:00 AM

As usual a masterly diction which leaves one aghast. I wonder how you have acquired such a wide range of fitting words for all your poems, master Sotto. Congrats for your placement in this contest. Wish you a wondrous day.

Valsa George

Date: 2/29/2024 10:44:00 PM

There is mayhem, ruckus and strife in life. We experience them almost on a daily basis. But beneath all such restless stir, there is calm. "A spark of hope with all this lapse and strife. Grief may spark split, but it can propel life." This concluding couplet is the crux of life and the right perspective. Beautiful sonnet. As you are a master in rhymes, sonnet I feel is an easy poetic form for you. I do not doubt about the placement you are going to get !

Josefina Costales

Date: 2/29/2024 4:05:00 PM

I always thought sonnets were of a romantic mood. But your poem though I don't feel the romance, it's full of words dancing, bustling, strife, mayhem, ruckus---quite a stir really. Very clever path you've laid out in the search of hope and life beyond the grief. Thinking of doing a sonnet, one of these days. I hope it won't be too much work.:)

Duke Beaufort

Date: 2/29/2024 3:58:00 PM

SP, sounds like amid all this chaos it's possible that some good may come of it. We certainly hope so. There have been times people learned from strife and changed for a while, or put mechanisms in place to foster peaceful solutions.