“Bid me come to thee, my love
For my heart is heavy,
And I have wept.”
- My love
always….
Monthly Archives: October 2014
Sonnet II: Earthbound
To Earth are bound my feet, though still they strive
For starfields, climbing to complete, on high,
A staircase wrought of air, while wond’ring why
This heartless Earth’s, unfair. So I contrive
To sing of more; a tale of how alive
My mind may soar! That takes my feet where sky
May go. But not where they may someday fly.
Although such possibilities arrive,
This island’s all the ether they may know.
And Earth may fall, though lush and beautiful
And built upon in ways of which I’m fond.
Yet when foregone, the Earth they may outgrow–
They’ll make a chariot that, dutiful,
Will show my children’s children the beyond.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 2: Space
The Final Frontier
One, regrettably, I am
Denied in this life.
Sonnet I: Evil Will Die
Shall any reach the stars when no man may?
And who shall lift ye when the rest are gone?
Believe ye he’ll continue, at your sway,
To trust it’s ye from whom his strength is drawn?
What lie is this? What price is added on
To that, with blissful ignorance, his gifts
Have paid? Dare shriek that hand should carry on,
Betrayed, when ye have cursed it while it lifts
Ye from your caves. The mind who guides it drifts
In lofty space. And when it dreams, it keeps
Ye from your graves. The laws of God it sifts,
With all His grace, yea, even as it sleeps.
Yet now, lies still, until your evil dies–
At rest, until ’tis safe to touch the skies!
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Into 1: To Atlas And…
To All The Weary:
He who waits. He who does not.
He who lifts the Earth.
Holds himself aloft.
Who reaches to the Heavens.
Godspeed either way.
Sonnet XIII: Falling
Extraordinary blooms, ye mustn’t fall,
Although bereft of you I plaintive sing;
Complete, your gifted dedication all–
For nothing–your renunciation; bring…
To me, my restlessness, one restful gift,
Another consequential tear, one ring…
Of truthful blossoming, cascading swift,
Of falling and of blowing, gently brave;
Traversing mountains, even oceans, lift–
Beyond torrential, gentle blossoms gave;
Beyond such starfields, drop and bloom perfect;
Away… beyond temporal counting, save…
Our loneliness, do each to us affect;
As petal-drops, alone, our days reflect.
- For Kanzen
who knows….
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 13: Etudes, Part II
What follows in this sequence will be tercets with appropriate rhymeschemes. Terza-rima and derived forms: sonnets with embedded haiku and tanka, as mentioned in a previous blog post.
David Emeron: Sonnets 