The
pious guidelines of a life are said
to
be born of rose and thistle at dawn
evil
briers or brambles grasping tightly
a
long read of the sacraments to calm.
Left
upon a box of reddish apples
or
resting on a bed of fresh thistle
our
working knives are sharpest at sunrise
grievously pray on a horned head.
raw
sand and salt of ravaged ocean rock
the
truth seamless or strewn in a tempest
albeit
whispers speak shallow of plot
cherished
as the woman's footsteps shuffle.
do
quickly scuff along hither and yon
whilst
gathering the red rose on Sunday.
Ken
Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet residing in Oklahoma. Ken
enjoys music, writing and spending time with his cats Willa, Hemi and Turbo. He
has one poetry collection, The
Cellaring and is Co-Editor for 2 poetry anthologies. His work can be
viewed in numerous (online) magazines and anthologies worldwide. Ken loves
life!
well said - interesting to see a blank verse sonnet
ReplyDeleteI know that many sonnets are written with a rhyme scheme, some are not....I prefer them this way....I don't know why, I presume, sometimes the rhyme gets in the way of the message or subject of the verse. I thank you Jack!
DeleteKen,
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David Fox
Dear Ken,
ReplyDeleteWell written, & I liked the subject matter.
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