Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Sonnet 101

Hats? Oh, not for me; I never care
to cover up my head. I like the feel
of openness, of wind in ruffled hair.
I’m always one who’d rather stand than kneel—
you’d never find me walking at the heel
of someone called a shepherd, called a guide.
Everyone said I had a will of steel
and whispered of my cold cast-iron pride.
It’s all gone now, sand fortress in the tide,
the surf came in and washed the beaches clean
and left untrodden silver sands inside
my heart. The rippling hand of wind wrote: Deen.
I kneel now, with covered head, unshod
where turning tides inscribe the Names of God.

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wildharmonic said...


Anonymous said...

Well-done. Your decision to keep "eel" as the ending for "c" as well as "b" really added a freshness to it, I think.

Anonymous said...

Good to see the old forms being so well served. This is excellent.

Durward Discussion said...

Loved the "cold cast-iron pride" image.

maryt/theteach said...

Excellent poetry and images! :)

Barb said...

Wonderful! It's never occurred to me to write a poem for MM. I may have to try that.

Sandee said...

I like how you did this. I didn't think to search for the word pride in my old posts. Very well done. Have a great MM. :)