Sunday Sonnet!



When I of mortal treadmill take my leave,
A destiny no being can escape –
However much some would themselves deceive,
Or others, Fate’s arrival would reshape –
All what-has-beens form part of who I am,
Be they of scaling hills or sliding downs,
Even when level living seemed a sham,
Or future promise be replete with crowns;
For what has gone before or what shall be,
Much not unduly spiced with deep regret,
Rich blessings from above shall set me free,
And lessons learnt I never shall forget;
We grow with every modicum of breath,
From birth, through life, until embraced by death!

Β©Meanderings 2016


14 responses to “Sunday Sonnet!

  1. What a powerful poem. Loved the raindrops

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  2. nice , real, surreal..

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  3. Fabulous. There is a rather abstract theme here. Uncertainty about what happens after this life? idk. ha ha -it has your signature subtext of hope weaved in. Fab ❀

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  4. So accomplished, and this one really flows. The volta is especially powerful.

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  5. Yes, the inevitability of death from this existence. Your poem is beautiful and speaks so eloquently of the human passage through life and death….I find more and more the importance of not having regrets is key….Thank you dear Buska…janet xx


  6. I forgot to mention that the image is absolutely beautiful πŸ™‚


  7. I agree with Janet

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