Category: Sonnet

Hellenism

To avoid the tyranny of
The stepmother's disloyal rage
She sent her two children upon
A lamb to swim them o'er the bay.
The daughter fell off the sheep's loin.
She drowned, while the boy was then saved.
In this journalism I see
Vacuous truth, unconscious in
That it had no symbol, nothing
The storyteller of the fleece
Would wish to cause us pay heed.
Rather, no moral does it spin
No deep truth for a heart to win.
Yet a past land's conscience it leaves.

Across the Seas I Look, so Forth, To See

Across the seas I look, so forth, to see
The rays of dawn's mid morning light;
I peer there cross the bays so seen---the sea
It calls a melodic light of mulled plight.
Is there or is there not a god to love
Whose majesty had planed the seas so blue?
For daunting feast of mind this task will seem
When shown that man his suffered life anew
Must live a life of grief upon this earth.
Yet, good has failed we men when God's in dearth.