Sunday Sonnet!

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Into seductive, beck’ning far beyond,
Creative thoughts of fancy take their flight,
Like famished vultures to their prey respond,
They hasten to their realm of sheer delight;
Reflections from the past impulses feed,
Abandon casting caution to the breeze,
Distraction not allowed to slacken speed,
No senseless intervention, if you please;
Alas, ’tis in the nature of a dream,
Completely unpredictable to be,
Converting appetising Devon cream
Into distasteful, curdling whey with glee;
For flighty thoughts your heart to fill with grace,
Let reverie reality embrace!

© Meanderings 2016

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Sunday Sonnet!

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When in the quiet of my solitude,
Unshackled thoughts take flight to sites unknown,
No challenge can their energy denude,
Nor have they qualms wherever they are blown;
Such gay abandon bouys their boundless joy,
Like fearless birds of prey out on the wing;
None can their appetite for fun destroy,
Or prematurely shall them homeward bring;
Yet, when their haring spirits are well spent,
And flagging gaiety shall be no more,
Then rootedness to longing shall give vent,
Contentment to the reverie restore.
Breached reservoir of creativity,
Allows unbridled giftedness to be!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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They glide in numbers on the evening air,
Cavorting soundlessly with maven grace,
Their wavelike moves attest to artful flair,
Such aptitude none other can replace;
These master mariners one needs to see
In flight, their splendour to appreciate,
Their rhythmic dance induces reverie,
The most disturbing thought forms to sedate;
Observing grand display from where I sit,
Reclining in a chair in garden, still,
A thought occurs to me, may I submit,
These denizens perform, my heart to thrill;
The most banal of nature’s spectacle
Is pregnant with potential miracle!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

He sits in stillness, somnolent, and stares
Into the setting sun’s declining rays,
Divested from the day’s disabling cares,
The breathless air an inner calm conveys;
Upon the gentle, rocking, rippling, waves,
Serene seagulls submit to Neptune’s charms,
Whose guile the hapless fisherman enslaves,
Or victims of outrageous storms embalms;
Thus be the course of floating ship of thought,
Unanchored, at behest of lilting breeze,
Effectuating consequences unsought,
To leave mere mortal man wonder with ease;
Convergence of the setting sun and sea,
Precipitates relaxing reverie.

©Meanderings 2016

Be Still….

Time to Reflect!

Anticipation moves the faithful heart
From frantic helter-skelter to depart,
In quiet reverie,
A greater truth to see,
Upon that birth devotion to impart!

© Meanderings 2015