Sonnet
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 »
Life-Star, part 1 [sonnet]
When you sit highest in the Summer sky,
and all that can be zenithed shimmers there;
I think of all your powers which underlie
this fallen corner of creation’s lair.
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The Waves we Make [sonnet]
The waves we make will flow to worlds unseen
if fostered in a heart which will not cling
to what it sings, nor be a dark machine
for Grub Street marketing (a one-night fling). Read the rest of this entry »
A Strictly 3-D Craze
When boundless love cannot be full expressed
through hands and words and gestures of the heart —
when skin and soul aren’t there to be caressed —
a vacuum grows, and life is lived apart.
To question why one should be in this state,
enrobed in flesh and orphaned without source,
will yield some startling answers arrowed straight
between your eyes to hit you with full force.
Exploding loveness then goes absolute
in longingful magnetic mindly ways.
For skin is always just a substitute —
a second-best and strictly 3-D craze.
Such yearning fosters grief and loss in some.
But on my knees to God with tears I come.
© Alan Morrison, 2018
Mission Statement [sonnet]
Thus, deeper through the undergrowth I flow;
for soon the time will come to disappear.
When kissed beneath the cosmic mistletoe,
it shows it’s time to leave this biosphere.
Winging It! [sonnet]
We think that all that’s us should be “in place” —
all neatly stored in boxes on a shelf;
until the day arrives you’re face-to-face
with all the secret layers of your self.
Why? [sonnet]
Why should existences exist at all?
Why should eternity not now apply
to physicality [I know… the Fall].
Why is there even need for questions why?
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