Married to All Nature [new sonnet]
Now, once there was a time on this strange earth
when women loved a man for his fine words —
a time when poets’ hearts were viewed as worth
as much as gold. But now they favour herds.
The herd thinks man is worthy to be snared
if said man has big bank account and power.
A poet would be worthless when compared;
for all he has are passion and a flower.
Yet, all is not lost for that blessed bard.
For while his skills and talents he does hone
and touch the heavens with his heart so scarred,
he learns the preciousness of being alone.
While wandering through the forest, loving trees,
he’s married to all nature, birds and bees!
© Copyright, Alan Morrison, 2021
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One thought on “Married to All Nature [new sonnet]”
Dec 18, 2021 at 5:03 am
There’s a strong tincture of regret and sadness in these words. Yet. There is so much good in finding your way to contentment. Nature is the most healing solace for all its wonder and glory keeps on giving the comfort. Told Tim that when I am dying, I want him to take me to the mountains to rest my eyes on some of the beauties there. Get me out of that hospital! A pillow, a quilt is all I’ll need to enter glory. The Lord keeps me living. But I couldn’t be more ready to go! For many reasons but I really am looking forward to meeting you there so we can sing praises together along with all the other rescued unworthies.
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