Good morning. Today’s (non random) selection is a standard English sonnet, ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
For my daily bread, I work in construction. (Someday, I may earn that with my pen. One can dream, right?) As I don’t smoke in a house once the drywall goes up, I step outside for that (nasty) pleasure. On this particular day it was a bit cold so I sat in my car. This one came like a torrent out of the ether and I dictated it into my phone as the words arose. Sometimes it requires adjustments with the old pencil and paper when I get home at night, but this one did not. Pure gift from my beloved Calliope.
Of All the Beauty #223 Upon the sea I’ve seen the sun arise, I’ve seen it set as well on balmy eve. I’ve stared at mountain stars in summer skies And autumn leaves so bright to not believe. Heard symphony of feathered friends on high And felt orchestral strains to lift my soul. Been soothed by crickets’ song in warm July And also water’s song by fishing hole. Of all the beauty in this world contained, From mountain’s peak to darkest forest glade, These joys for us by heaven were ordained With deepest love, around us all, arrayed. Yet know my love, I’d trade them all away, To gaze upon your face till dying day. Frank Garnick © Copyright The Archer's March 16 January 2023
Anyone who has journeyed through this world for a decade or five will need no explanation for the first two quatrains. The third quatrain may bother a “freethinker” or two, but I’m sure they’d understand as well.
Those with a detective streak within may get excited by the final couplet. Don’t. I’d refer my readers to my post from the Spring of ‘23, Please Come to Boston.
Thank you for reading. For those of you who actually do read these, and even more so, the few who actually like my posts, forgive me my spotty record of posting. I’m working on being more consistent. It’s my life schedule. I’m working on a few short stories and getting back to music related posts, as well.
Have a wonderful day.
And if you’ve a mind, buy me a coffee.
Really nice one, thanks.