Undulating Qualms
I. Sonnet CCLXXVII
With rise and fall for seeking the unrest,
and from a thunder's rise the torment sung
it navigated sternly by request,
the heavens opened wide, the rains begun.
Splattering brought within it, tiny streams,
all paths defined the worst reflecting urge
enough to shelter high into one's dreams
yet low enough to carry on this purge.
We drown beneath the turmoil, though ascent,
has waves surmounting peaks on one deluge
consistency shall transfer less content,
to calm the promised made from each refuge.
The rains are almost like the tears we shed,
enough to show concern with calm ahead.
II. Sonnet CCLXXVIII
A reach is made where lecturers hold breath,
once solitude has sensed it surely will,
entice the winds to stay for sudden death
would since, have redirected it, until....
The winds amass coercive forms from source,
each twirling inhibitions to the next
where darker greys transfers to reinforce
to envy the almighty, soon perplexed.
With minimal delight the sun shall cease,
the eavesdrop of a spiral chances thrift
enough to weave devotion than decease
shall start again, before too long, as swift.
If calm were to a feature, thin on ground,
our undulating qualms are safe and sound.
Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2009
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