Purple's Platitudes

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Sonnet 42

30 June 2013


Sonnet 42


two days shy of the middle of the year,

I’m awakened at this pre-birdsong hour,

by this visceral, light morning shower,

an ancient wisdom which I gently hear.

It speaks a rhythm to my soul it seems,

stirs a yearning for something I have lost,

this moment finds me balanced in between,

a wave about to break upon the rocks.

The faintest pink enlightens eastern sky.

I used to feel connected to the whole,

but in the middle, neither here, nor there,

I have been stranded, only asking “Why?”

These quiet moments, life was rich and full,

these quiet moments need not be so rare.


30 June, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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