The Final Frontier
One, regrettably, I am
Denied in this life.
Author Archives: David Emeron
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.
Sonnet XII: Visions
…No mere illusion could be ever still
But substance make it soar when once begin
Its dances and its songs as once were thine;
Transfixing, once, existence all therein
That once revolved about my wish to kill,
And to protect; and otherwise confine
Such evil as would do thee harm, or sin
Against thee in this fragile world of mine–
To fight ’til all were vanquished by my will.
Thy safety then to mine own safely bound,
No more such evil thee should ever bind–
So not a moment more thy pleasure blind.
Ne’er once thy dance, nor song, nor sweetest sound,
When all is well, might fail to ever thrill.
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Intro 12: How I Kept You
Did I keep you
In this way
Or did I not?
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