Sonnet
The Time-Traveller’s Treason [double sonnet]
It’s treason for a traveller of time
to put down granite roots as if to stay.
Inserting more than tent pegs here’s a crime.
The secret truth is this: Life’s just a day!
Therefore, three years is merely but an hour
and every year is twenty minutes flat.
Such knowledge spirit-vision should empower;
new thrust to carpe diem and all that. Read the rest of this entry »
Bursting the Bubble! [new sonnet]
It’s easy in this life to soon become
a creature of our habits (safety first).
But repetition only makes us dumb —
stuck in a bubble which, in time, will burst. Read the rest of this entry »
Burning Bridges [double-sonnet]
When burning bridges (so they say!) caution
should be exercised lest finding ways back
proves impossible – in disproportion –
compared to all the short-cuts on the track. Read the rest of this entry »
Sonnet for Shoreline Girls
On all the broken pavements where I’ve strode
and tripped on their uneven paving stones,
the cloudbursts which ensued have overflowed
and made a chill within my damp old bones. Read the rest of this entry »
Sonnet for Normals
“I’m not normal”, she said. I didn’t care:
For there can no such thing as normal be.
Against such narrow ways we must beware;
allow me to explain (and here’s the key!). Read the rest of this entry »
Two Sonnets for Fence-Sitters
A strangesome sight has blighted earth’s straight ways.
When I survey the space which stands between
all right and wrong or light and dark these days:
A fence (or wall) as tempter fills the scene. Read the rest of this entry »
The Spear of Self-Reflection [new double-sonnet]
If we, when small, have suffered crippling shocks,
which mean that in our terror we could drown,
demonic fetters bind our minds with locks
and dark satanic mills which grind us down. Read the rest of this entry »
The Parable of the Lime Tree (true story)
SITTING HERE ON MY TERRACE in the ardent sunshine, I was going to write about the alchemical effect of music on the soul as strains of a Handel Concerto Grosso drifted through the living-room entrance. But as I began to type, I noticed a heart-stopping, long-awaited sight just a metre from where I was sitting: My little citrus Lime Tree had suddenly acquired a leaf-shoot bump, as I realised on closer inspection; followed later by more similar bumps all over it, along with a number of flower-buds bursting out with Read the rest of this entry »
“My Welcome Weakness” [new sonnet]
There is a welcome weakness in my soul
which plagues me from some water’s lonely edge.
It drives between my heart and me a wedge
and makes my story incompletely whole.
To see me in my life, you’d never know Read the rest of this entry »
Sonnet to Some Missing Words
When words don’t bubble up through cracks with ease,
an empty shadow hangs above my cell.
Its barless windows, doors that have no keys,
imprison me when letters say “Farewell”. Read the rest of this entry »
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