John Lawless Poet Sonnet

The Oil Soft Yoke

The Oil Soft Yoke

Alas, the contest sponsors do expound
on how to sail your craft, and where it’s bound
thus must the muse-less vessels get in line
wander straight and never serpentine

for hearts are frail and distant widows peak
still hear cold vagrant cries of those who seek
a passage to a new world without rules
to build their frameless houses without tools.

And yet we stand in awe at castle gates
to view the masterpieces of the greats
ignore the splintered floors that bow and creak
believe the feather strong, the broadsword weak.

Embrace the furrowed rows, the oil soft yoke
for poetry when written ain’t no joke..


©12/24/2019

STRAND SPECIAL 8

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Silent One December 24, 2019 at 12:20 PM Even one liner contests? Lol.. this is a brilliant sonnet, not just the clever theme, but also the flow of it.. John Lawless December 26, 2019 at 8:02 AM Well....there are those pesky exceptions.....yet even then the muse is tortured.

Brenda Chiri December 24, 2019 at 9:43 AM Ha John loved it!;) congrats on the placement!;) John Lawless December 26, 2019 at 8:05 AM Thanks Brenda, I was having some fun with a Sonnet