Category Archives: sonnet

Speaking in Code

In stacks, we walk surrounded by the glyphs,
Which translated would yield up full their depths,
Obscured and full enveloped by the mists,
Ascending from the desiccated nest,
Which once held wishes denser than a stone,
And now holds nothing solid as a sponge.
The scent of mourning rises from the bones—
Abandoned, newborn babes before the plunge.
A gentle bump, a lesson on a slate—
I beg of you, O Father, finally tell;
Render the inexplicable choate,
Turn into Heav’n, this labyrinthine Hell.
Allow me learn, but only give the key,
This is the most that I can offer Thee.

Sonnet of Just Because

Of art, the hardest stage is creation,
The harshest critic is the empty page;
Transmitting phrases, bold, of elation,
Pity, fear, love, acceptance, boundless rage.
Ev’ry tercet snuffed beneath a dead bell,
Heroic couplets failing epic quests,
Excellent settlement which will sell well,
Symbols graduate to concrete concepts.
So fiery syllables extinguish,
Ants ascending upon a hill of sap,
Fossilized, immobile, have but one wish,
Please, fire, burn, and turn to ash the trap.
Put the pen to paper and with faith trust,
Though hated, we will write, because we must.