Sonnet, with Liberties Taken
I am the Sun that slips through blinds half-closed,
imprinting saffron stripes on textured walls.
I am a ball of fire that slashes clouds,
that singes trees on rugged mountain tops.
I am the spreading branch of Piñon Pine,
or Mullbr’y broad umbrella leaf of green.
I offer shade in sweltering summer time,
and home for mockingbirds, the songs they bring.
I am the dance of light upon the moon,
behind the palm tree fronds my passion plays
a tempting game—I kiss the darkest gloom
who yields to me at last, in hues of gray.
May I return in showers of purple blooms—
a Jacaranda rain on grassy dew?
the sun that slips
through blinds, half-closed.
Painting saffron strips
on adobe walls.
a bolt of fire
lighting up the skies,
singeing trees on mountain tops,
the sheltered branches of Mulberry tree.
Broad leaf umbrella
shading you at noontime.
the dance of light upon the moon,
hiding my passion behind
kissing night in unseen places.
the empty flute
the flautist left behind.
I await the breath of God
to fill the void.
Though I must leave,
I’ll come to you again—
a shower of purple petals
upon dew-covered sod.
Progress Note: Yesterday during my walk I watched the petals of Jacaranda trees fall in the breeze like purple rain. The thought crossed my mind: If it’s true, as Buddhism suggests, that we shall return in nature, I’d like to be a part of this.
The first write of this was in free form, during the night. When I awakened, I saw a copy I’d made of instructions (from Luke Prater) on the stress sonnet form. I don’t have the courage yet to try that complex undertaking so I thought I’d better master the pure sonnet first and work up to it. Then when I read Gay Cannon’s challenge on dVerse Meeting the Bar, I knew I couldn’t eke out another near-sonnet today, so I thought I’d go ahead an share this at the pub. I encourage everyone to meet up there. Perhaps by the time OLN rolls around, I’ll have a Frame Sonnet poem to submit. Have fun everyone.