Mark Peterson Poet Sonnet

Wolf Song

When air is still and dread silence suffocates
death violates esteemed sylvan sanctity—
whose jealous eye in malice deprecates,
absent demur, spurns all that ought to be.

Sussurus raised on gossamer wing;
rebuild the scaffold of life’s innocence.
Forever defer morbid harbinger’s ring,
proclaim sacred tales and stifle abeyance.

Compile sacred prayers we might ever utter;
inhale the waft of life’s incense redolent.
Disregard uncouth hordes that senselessly mutter;
encircle, condemn all the callously petulant.

And ever be heard wolves' melodious song;
endless the days their sweet harmonies prolong.

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Cona Adams November 28, 2017 at 10:30 AM Love it! Mark Peterson March 8, 2018 at 11:09 AM So grateful for your comment. Very meaningful to me.

Laura Leiser April 15, 2016 at 8:27 AM Mark, I enjoyed your eloquent sonnet on behalf of those magnificent creatures of the prairies. Your vocabulary is extensive, as well. Makes me want to get our the dictionary to discover new and better words for poetry! Great work:) Mark Peterson May 6, 2016 at 9:12 AM Laura, I am remiss in timely response to your lovely comment. I appreciate your thoughts and commendations, which are music to my soul.

Connie Marcum Wong February 8, 2015 at 9:34 PM Think how wonderful the world would be if we all worked in unison. Your poem expresses the beauty that could be taught to our children, but I believe this next generation will be teaching us instead! I loved this wonderful piece Peter. So good to read your work again. Blessings, Connie 7 Mark Peterson March 18, 2015 at 7:51 PM Connie, I'm late commenting, but better nate than lever according to Spooner. I'm trying to resurrect my muse—necessary because I don't write my poems. They must write themselves. I so appreciate your support of my work.

Andrea Dietrich February 5, 2015 at 2:21 PM you elevate the sonnet form to a very classy level with this poem, Mark. Gosh, it's been ages since you had a new poem. Glad you came by so I could see your latest post. Mark Peterson February 6, 2015 at 5:31 PM Thanks so much for your encouraging comments. I wish I could post more often, but my muse often departs and leaves no forwarding address.

Robert Lindley February 5, 2015 at 8:30 AM This sings to me! Old style poetry with such deep meaning, smooth flow and excellent rhyming! A7 and adding this to my fav list as it also stirs my Native American blood too!! Mark Peterson February 6, 2015 at 5:31 PM Robert, you honor me with your words. I could have no greater compensation.