Welcome back. This is a random pick. A standard Petrarchan (mostly), ABBAAB*B*A CDECDE.
In the Light #211 If I could only count the shackles here, These links of bondage forged by my own hands, Designed by mind that fully understands The repercussions of my choices clear. I walked this path without an ounce of fear And watched the possibilities expand Beyond the scope of what I could withstand. If only that would cease to interfere. Yet here I sit an hour 'fore the dawn And cast myself 'pon literary rocks. Tis ecstasy to dwell with pad and pen Describing all my soul has undergone. I care not that cruel fate may clean my clocks, For maybe in the light I'll bask again. Frank Garnick © Copyright The Archer's March 12 December 2022
Not much to explain here, really. I believe it’s a hopeful piece. At least that’s how I felt when writing it and reading it tonight.
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