Survey the way display can be perceived.
You might just find perfection dwelling there.
Few notice nowadays the worlds deceived
And live belied and simply unaware.
Can I locate something you fail to seek?
Direct a light in darkness overnight?
Can I describe love that remains unseen?
Bedeck a perfect moment right in time?
The feeling perhaps left because of fate.
Was called upon for reasons still unknown.
The feeling quickly left without a trace.
Despite the urgent calls of broken homes.
The perfect presence is so full of peace.
A lot more than a “just a feeling” thing.
My first attempt at a sonnet many years ago. It’s what helped me realize my passion for writing and awoke a deep love within my heart and soul.
a dimpled day's
a blushing brocade,
a lilting cadence;
puddles of a
...Tiptoeing back inside in my wet shoes
one fuelled by
pain the other
grow side by side
a painful moan escapes
the crying blossom
and the other
to spend comfort
a great deal
for a bit
of this path
before they part again
their roots being
deep deep down
in the soil
sending little signals
tears on the petals
a code to remembering
Live streaming of dreams by
received by living minds
giving you a second chance is like listening to the same song in hopes of a different tune.
*******, struggling to find that break in the clouds
looking up, I see that now.