Craig Cornish Poet Sonnet

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Unsinkable

(RIP Titanic April 15, 1912)

So near my God to thee, his spirit calms -
there is no arrogance unsinkable -
its icy fingers melt within the psalms,
and hopeless paths become unthinkable.
The frozen ships of white drift through the night
along with lunar winds on cosmic breath.
Clandestine vessels on a fated flight
now sink with solemn prayers that measure death.
So cold the sea, so cold its blanket warms -
the din that's all about at once is stilled
and stars meet at the sea, and there they swarm,
together in a peace that's now fulfilled.
    Up to the heavens float a holy wraith
    that beckons and renews undying faith...

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Constance La France April 22, 2024 at 11:33 AM Craig, congratulations on your win in my contest with this wonderful poem, Constance

Linda Alice Fowler April 14, 2024 at 5:28 PM I just watched a documystery about Titanic and your words are as chilling as that docuseries Craig. Your sonnet clearly elicits some of that same final reality and resignation. Congratulations! :)

The Aura Rhymes January 17, 2024 at 7:24 AM Wow! Love your rhymes . Craig Cornish January 24, 2024 at 8:31 AM Thanks so very much Aura

Charlotte Puddifoot January 16, 2024 at 12:27 PM aww craig you should've entered this..i love "frozen ships of white drift through the night/along with lunar winds on cosmic breath"..i always think of you as the sonnet master, and this is a corker! Craig Cornish January 24, 2024 at 8:30 AM Charlotte, thank you, I value your mind and your pen...

Silent One January 16, 2024 at 12:10 PM Your The sonnet skilfully weaves together themes of humility, vulnerability, and a deep spiritual connection with God. The opening line, "So near my God to thee, his spirit calms," immediately establishes a sense of proximity and intimacy with the divine. The acknowledgment that there is "no arrogance unsinkable" suggests a surrender of pride and a recognition of the inherent humility in approaching the divine... Craig Cornish January 24, 2024 at 8:27 AM Very kind SO - Isn't it true that we (not always a success) try to preach to ourselves when we write -- it has been said with mixed veracity that a few members of the orchestra played Nearer My God To Thee as the ship was sinking - haunting and uplifting both?!

Ink Empress January 16, 2024 at 10:04 AM I heard a moving symphony as i read this sonnet, how creative how melancholic yet deep and beautifully phrased. You are so good at them sonnets, the last couplet was brilliant but also what stood out for me the most was “ along with lunar winds on cosmic breath. Clandestine vessels on a fated flight now sink with solemn prayers that measure death.“ soul stirring really! How powerful is that and frightening yet the truth, how it sinks with prayers “so cold its blanket warms” i felt that! Love it Craig Cornish January 24, 2024 at 8:19 AM Always thoughtful Inky - thank you