I’ll never forget,
Because I live and breathe that
From whence these gifts come.
Category Archives: Sonnets with Introductions
Sonnet: What Flows
Magnificent, the world in which my life
Resplendent lives–the place I yet reside–
I have no thoughts of leaving. Thus I hide,
Perfection so deceiving; and the strife
I see is that which I desire; so rife
With excellence, as may inspire and guide,
As flowers of evil, peacefully subside;
Maleficence benevolently siphoned
Out, bequeathing uncorrupted beauty.
Stout perfection cracks and shatters when
I travel not abroad, as is my duty
To this perfect place, and stills my pen.
Lest, wretched with sublime I must conflate,
How stale then, the world I must create.
Intro: A little too “dead-leaf”-ish
I watch the crazy
lady yelling at the desk
clerk; The couple fighting two
booths away; The paranoid
schizophrenic handling both
sides of the conversation; The
beggar demanding change;
and
the best of everything, that
I crave, that I prefer, that I gather
up and
take with me.
Sonnet: Eternity
Through all eternity, through each farewell,
I call to thee; as I–as we endure
As much as do the fates our world compel–
Divine this hidden answer; this foretell:
Thy true, thy bidden answer, when away
My call to thee, past all, who as one, ban,
Decry, forbid, constrict with venom, they–
Impeach with venom anything we say.
Yet each untasted word of thine will fall
Upon my ear–will call to me; sublime
Mellifluence will sweet me to thy call,
Will taste me through such venom, one and all.
Such ardour hidden, heard I all the more–
That none would quell since first our life began–
Would call thee to my side through space and time.
Intro: Through Eternity I Hear
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
As I could not when I was a young girl;
When weather stations, and ice-lollies,
Hot summer side-walks, forts and spaceships
Consumed our imaginations.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
Having listened always to its faint echo
When on the road or on the stage,
The needs of the family, tears and solitude,
Consumed my imagination.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly
Since you brought me home to you
To lay down my tired heart and rest
In this household made out of friends of our youth
Which now consumes my imagination.
Through eternity I hear your call now
Clearly.
Sonnet: Humility
Wherefore hath gone Humility, this Gift
That God hath given thee, that thou wouldst cast
So easily aside? Away so fast
His pearl hath been asunder set adrift
Therein; from thee this place so deep and vast
Must hide. So precious, thou hast thrown so swift
Away His all-forgiving Shrift, ‘twould lift
Ye all together and astride. Thou hast
His Spirit sore forsook, Thyatrian,
His word mistook, His boundless grace undone
And misapplied. Who then art thou who tried
His Grace–Galatian, His Gifts replace–
When to and through the law His Son hath died?
Yet still shall He forgive and thee embrace!
Intro: Where is Waldo?
I believe
I know
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