W.A. Cholt Poet Sonnet

To Shakespeare

Was his spirit destined to write 
The great poet crafting his verse 
Words of beauty and profound insight 
That time and posterity should rehearse, 
Was it the power of his imagination 
Creating drama, intrigue, murder and revenge 
And whatever vices lead to condemnation 
In the wayward hearts of mortal men,
No, not this or anything else 
But that God ordained spirit 
That creates of itself 
Things divine, mysterious, dark and nondescript, 
   Endowed with gifts from heaven above 
   His timeless art of life and love. 


             W.A CHOLT.  Copyright Fergal O Reilly 

              12/8/22

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Panagiota Romios August 12, 2022 at 12:59 PM Fantastic! Many boo The BARD. They think free verse can equal the Master! Never! Wordsworth and Cummings were great, too. We each have our favorites. Panagiota XXX

Gershon Wolf August 11, 2022 at 7:47 PM Great tribute to the master playwright. From one who went from dreading Shakespeare to eagerly anticipating him, gw

Mystic Rose Rose August 11, 2022 at 5:32 PM A very well written sonnet, I enjoyed reading it dear poet.