Sunday Sonnet!

Withdraw not from me constant gentle Muse,
Without your warm embrace, I cannot breathe
Your inspiration, writing to enthuse,
Forbid that sword of insight I must sheathe;
Fertility of thought on you rely
To feed the appetite for use of words,
Who reads or hears their souls to edify,
Enriching one and all like hummingbirds;
Your generous Care my heart with peace endow,
Within a world of ever growing din;
Commitment to your cause I do avow,
Pledged loyalty on oath this underpin;
The tenor of my life forever stays
Dependent on your love’s divining rays!

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet!

So often do we seek to keep the peace,
Prospective harmful conflict to prevent,
When thoughtless words, unguarded, find release,
Invoking in the vuln’rable dissent;
Beneath apparent shining, suave veneer
That affable demeanour oft adorns,
Resides a fractured Nature, so severe,
Responses to survive may feel like thorns;
However can we know the human heart,
Subjected to the whims of living life,
From advent moment, thence unto depart,
Recipient of delight as much as strife.
Acceptance of the frailties in my self,
Helps me accept the frailties in your self!

©Meanderings 2016