Sunday Sonnet

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Strung from yon tree, the bleeding, broken being
Perceived beloved women down below,
Compassion wrenched his heart, his mother seeing.
What favour he upon her can bestow?
Then saw he, with the sufferers, huddled there,
The male companion whom he dearly loved,
His mother he commended to his care,
That she by him forever shall be gloved;
Affection, selfless, dwelt in mother’s heart,
Whose son surrendered to the Greater Good,
Her innocence to him she did impart,
That all may gain a wholesome livelihood.
Humility beheld the face of Grace,
The Godhead willed all suffering be displaced!

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Beneath the freezing splendour of thick snow
Awaits the vernal birth of crocus hue,
As rising waves of warmth their balm bestow,
Signage of nature’s rebirth shall ensue;
As certain as the flight of winter’s woe,
Essential to the circle of all being,
Anticipate advent of summer’s glow,
When some to distant climes shall go a-fleeing,
Thus interact the rhythmic cogs of life,
Regardless of the whims of creature-kind,
Whether it be in harmony or strife,
The laws of nature are in gold enshrined.
The present to the future shall succumb,
The past without exception to become.

©Meanderings ’18

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Above, the angry voice of Thor resounds,
Instilling mortal creatures with alarm,
Below, the noise prevailing peace confounds,
Skeltering the vulnerable to keep from harm;
None did such vulgar force anticipate,
As stillness deepened in the fading light,
Nor did preceding light’ning vitiate
The shattering impact of disabling fright;
Then pelt cascading icicles of hail
The unprotected and the unforewarned,
Like diving demons on their prey prevail,
Relentless frozen pellets mercy scorned.
Too often on the wanderings of this life,
The Hand of Fortune such events contrive!

©Meanderings ’17

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Then came a gentle whisper on the wind,
Angelic in its velvet undertone,
Like magical ethereal wunderkind,
Emerging from a faraway unknown:
‘What ails your troubled spirit, now? she asked,
And brushed my furrowed forehead with a kiss;
Leaving my meek, defenceless mien unmasked,
Her touch seduced me share what was amiss;
‘Confounded by Tomorrow’s dark unknown,
Deception would my hapless thoughts assail!’
In soft, mellifluous chords her voice intoned:
‘Distracted mind of ancient wit avail –
From shackles of disquietude walk free,
What is to be, Good Grace shall oversee!’

©Meanderings ’17

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Sunday Sonnet!

Let not inclement comments mar delight
In having reached, at last, a cherished goal;
Achievement did not come without a fight,
Transcending obstacles beyond control;
No golden spoon adorned your lowly birth,
Nor carpet, red, your advent trumpeted,
No wherewithal to tell your earthly worth,
Sheer giftedness your heritage, instead;
Disparagement from rancid, privileged peers,
Determined, hungry motivation fuelled;
While kindly smiles subordinated smears,
And generosity your heart bejewelled.
Persistence paved Determination’s way,
While Perseverance underpinned each stay!

©Meanderings 2017