Friday, April 16, 2010

Something Not

Here's another spot of poetry. I had a loose class assignment of a sonnet, and here's my particular take.

"Something Not"

Over wicked wonders wasting wildly,
In crossing meddled guards entwined mildly,
Yet not little in scope nor manner known,
Achieve blessed virtues, indeed alone.

For ever only inspiration seems
Arisen from change and changes one beams.
In instance woken from call for belief
Like springing fire rips from shallow reef.

Perhaps morose in other circumstance,
Truly entwined again through fated dance.
A daily motivation faces might
And focused fellowship in fierce-free flight,

As such alone I seem to wander now
Against and always winning anyhow.

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