Welcome back. My apologies for my many absences over the past few months. Major life adjustments and severe constraints on my “free time” are the causes. I’m hoping to at least get out a “Monday Sonnet” every other week. If I can, I’ll fill in the other weeks soon.
Today’s sonnet is Crybin Variant Petrarchan, ABBACDDC EFGEFG.
Photo By Jeff Anderson, found on Facebook
Tis Not for Naught #258 Could it be thus, I waste this life You gave, And squander seconds, minutes, hours, days? I watch the hands and feel the cold malaise Subsume desire to avoid the grave. What purpose my existence on this earth, When bottom line is ever negative, All efforts spent count not, to me forgive To’ve lived a life without inherent worth. Tis not for naught, I struggle not in vain. The splendor life provides is ever there, Yea, even in the pit of sorrows born. There's joy aplenty if I but remain Attuned to light, be of those joys aware. Tis but a choice, choose not to be forlorn. Frank Garnick © Copyright The Archer's March 07 June 2023
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Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day.
Tis not in vain! Thank you Hashem for our blessings!
Wow! Powerful.