Caroline Cécile Delacroix Poet Sonnet

The Lone Night Weaver

Silently he weaves his way through nebulous skies
Traversing the night for his place in the sunshine
Beautiful planet he'd seen once upon a dream,
On his breast rests a rose of Sharon of gold streams.

The ride is rough as he must avoid shooting stars,
Attractive for a time, but mirrored dreams they are,
Their fires soon becoming extinguished, gone black
Meeting their doom in the vacuum of black holes' trap.

Such fatal end becomes a blessing in disguise
He learns he must follow a pattern for safe flight
He draws power from the sun and the earth's moon
Whose lights are constant, a sight he knows not to lose.

At long last, near the moon he finds her, his heaven
Her light turned brightest gold by the rose of Sharon.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.07.11


For Francine Roberts' Sonnet contest.

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Daver Austin June 16, 2011 at 11:47 AM Quite a celestial ride, Caroline. Glad I could fly along. LOve, daver

Daver Austin June 16, 2011 at 11:46 AM Quite a celestial ride, Caroline. Glad I could fly along. LOve, daver

Matthew Anish June 16, 2011 at 6:42 AM Reminds me of "The Grapes of Wrath" in which one of the characters if "Rose of Sharon". I applaud you for using the diffcult form of the sonnet. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Constance La France June 10, 2011 at 6:51 PM Just "beautiful" is the word for this poem, you have woven it sublime, , best of luck in the contest ~~

Carolyn Devonshire June 10, 2011 at 9:40 AM Dear Caroline, this is so beautiful! The shooting stars are always showering past us and it's so hard to find someone who can make our life complete. Beautiful upbeat ending. I do hope you are doing well, my friend. Feeling a bit better today and am trying to catch up on some comments. Love you, Carolyn

Don Johnson June 9, 2011 at 9:40 PM Like the Traveller the sun ever rises, poor old moon looks down n apprises, thinks to herself are they getting any wiser, NOPE Great poem to light the way, Caroline Cécile this i say, xo, Don

Robert A. Dufresne June 9, 2011 at 6:53 PM what a lovely Sonnet, Caroline. I wish you the best of luck in the contest if it is for such. Thanks you so much for your comment

Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. June 9, 2011 at 6:50 PM Thank you for commenting on my latest work. This is a Sonnet of such beauty. Good write.

Cory Long June 9, 2011 at 6:21 PM this was beautifully written. cory

Poet Destroyer A June 8, 2011 at 9:39 PM C.C.D., this is very beautiful. I find the nebulous skies beyond all beauty.. It's like the God, who rides through the change in the skies. I love it... thanks for sharing,..p.d.

James Foulk June 7, 2011 at 5:35 PM very creative and well written poem. thank you for commenting on Spending Time.

Bill Lindenmuth June 7, 2011 at 2:14 PM wrote a coment earlier didnt vote then so i figured i would come back and do so

Bill Lindenmuth June 7, 2011 at 2:13 PM guided by the sun and the moonslight he finds constancy, and his path to thebrightest gold rose of sharon awaits I read this a few timesand i still feel like an intergalactic wanderer