Ahem. Rolling the first words of this sonnet over and over my tongue late Saturday afternoon--here it is finally
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXXV)
Trash sidles 'long the weedy curb's detail,
To waltz out 'pon the blacktop, turning thence
And flipping oer to trip back for a sense
Of sheer caprice, and gambols through the pale
Dead grass 'til coming to a halt t'avail
My observation of likewise fr'intents
Some vague finale is't? Were dinner hence
Not keen on my attention, I'd have bail.
Yet come, are not we like this trash in tour?
So lifeless as the dead leaves Scripture to
Effect declares we are, forsooth. Winds stir
Our hapless selves akin to our vast crew
Of, lo: iniquities; to take us fer
All that far from Thee, LORD. O what's to do?
31Mar19c
"Seek the Lord, and his strength: seek his face evermore." (Ps 105:4)
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
Ahem. Rolling the first words of this sonnet over and over my tongue late Saturday afternoon--here it is finally
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXXV)
Trash sidles 'long the weedy curb's detail,
To waltz out 'pon the blacktop, turning thence
And flipping oer to trip back for a sense
Of sheer caprice, and gambols through the pale
Dead grass 'til coming to a halt t'avail
My observation of likewise fr'intents
Some vague finale is't? Were dinner hence
Not keen on my attention, I'd have bail.
Yet come, are not we like this trash in tour?
So lifeless as the dead leaves Scripture to
Effect declares we are, forsooth. Winds stir
Our hapless selves akin to our vast crew
Of, lo: iniquities; to take us fer
All that far from Thee, LORD. O what's to do?
31Mar19c
"Seek the Lord, and his strength: seek his face evermore." (Ps 105:4)
Lo, finally the answer, just as I finished typing this. The LORD be magnified.
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