THIS Italian Sonnet does NOT have a regular meter,
has 10 syllables and a rhyming pattern of
abbaabba, cdecde
SEASONS SONNET
One year old today, pink frosted candle.
Year later, ecstatic, open presents.
At three, twirling dress, snapshot pose frequent.
Five years old, sweet toothless grin a scandal.
Sixteen, the sherbert punch, broad smiles handle.
Twenty-eight, sophic change - adult ascent.
Scowling at forty; fabulous event.
Sixty, blows out big bang roman candle.
Early blades of grass tickle baby feet.
Hopping white bunnies in carrot garden.
Damask leaves nudge the storm of Autumn’s grace.
Mannahlike snowflakes beg a turnover greet.
Seasons divine, but in time, the day’s done.
Shimm’ring eternal light, dawn’s glory-face.
10/9/2020
My longing lips~
shriveled by the saffron sun
waiting for your summer kisses
were like ivory jasmine
waiting for a drop of rain
to land on her petite petals.
Ah, to kiss you once again
how could I hold off?
The first delicate drop
of summer rain was sweet~
as sweet as your rosy lips
engulfing mine~
making me live again
amidst scorching light
making August
a summer splendour.
Now it's September
but still I feel
the warm ember
as I watch birds fly
in the early autumn sky
imagining your sophic silhouette
meeting mine~
in the afterglow of day.
5 September 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(3) any theme any form
Contest Judged: 9/4/2020 9:34:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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So sophic, so subtle, so sensual, so strong,
He gleamed in God’s garments so fair.
To the virginal mother he sang his sweet song
With her family happily there.
So trusting, so fearing, so captive, so free,
She savored his soothing embrace.
From the lips that she kissed came the dreadful decree:
“Your children I’ll chase from this place.”
So anguished, so broken, so steadfast, so brave,
She begged for their souls all the while,
Scarred but safe, they escaped from the nest of that knave,
To their grief now the grave of her smile.
So charming, so callous, so craven, so snide,
He finished his prophecy’s curse:
“With a saccharine sword I’ll secure you inside,
In sadness, in sickness, for worse.”
Waves slowly age the unseen clock of time
Leopards grow spots, wrinkles appear, lovers fade from sight
Earth reclaims the energy of life
What have I for toil and troubles?
What sophic wisdom gained or shared?
Did I seek God's Wisdom or pleasures of man?
Temptation can be overcome only by His Will
Flowers that bloom in Spring show me the way
of rebirth
When blooms fade, I will be remembered only
by the seeds I sow
Only
By the seeds I sow
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