Sunday Sonnet!



Beset by wilful demons of delight,
Two tiny tods of sniggering childhood imps
Indulge their trip into fantasmal flight,
While chattering foursome, sullen adult whimps,
Lament events in gravely troubled world,
Exacerbating personal state of stress;
So little is achieved with brickbats hurled,
Futility of toil is served, no less.
Shall ever human kind revert to sense,
A cry, so often heard abroad these days,
Shall ever vulnerable secure defence,
Lest equity into oblivion gaze?
Some find themselves so far removed from Care,
Even beyond the reach of distant Prayer!

©Meanderings 2018



23 responses to “Sunday Sonnet!

  1. Good one, Bushka….yes we all need to be very careful of how we express ourselves in front of children. If we stopped and listened to the innocent and fresh banter of children, we adults could learn a lot. Beautiful image and hope you enjoy a lovely day. Janet 🙂 xx

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  2. We can certainly learn from the younger ones. Lovely im

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  3. Wonderfully written, loved the image

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  4. Very moving poem. Two questions: what is the white flower at the beginning? It is lovely! And two, have you considered publishing a book of your poetry? Have a wonderful week, my friend! Hugs!!!

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  5. Very Beautiful poem. Nicely penned.

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  6. Wonderful poetry, E! Love the flower, Erika? It perfectly captures your topic. It’s good to be back in the blogging world.

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