I love the limitations and restrictions of the discipline required in writing a sonnet.
There may well be just so much pointless folly in this
He gazed upon a shipwreck and he saw it was his life
With all the bits of Hope along the shore;
For Fate it seems it likes to twist the knife,
A missed chance passed beyond him like before.
Ambition was in bits like much flotsam now;
Each little piece like what just might have been
Turned his beach to a sort of mess somehow;
This was a thing he wished he had not seen.
To seek to do good work leads but to a fall,
To strive with might and main a pointless thing,
like dreaming you achieve a clarion call,
It’s life, not death, that bears the poison sting.
The earth it spiralled on about the sun
This dying microbe grieved for things not done.
© T.Morgan 2014
In 2013 I had a heart attack and survived:-
2013, over now another year that brought its problems and was survived. This time it was a heart attack:
A New 2014
The dreadful year is over now at last
I seem now on the mend as is my Muse
Events move on, one danger now is passed.
But what’s ahead, who knows, to win, to lose?
With scars upon my heart but not my mind
Well not from those events of that one year
Events we know they come and are unkind
Yet where there’s danger there’s not always fear
There’s damage to my heart and yet it beats
And glad to say I know I’m not alone
For Fear comes from the thoughts of what’s unknown
And Death is known to me with its conceits
In time I know he always has his way
Till then I live to read and write each day
Mid certainty and false belief,
Within a life that’s oh, so brief;
Amid a feel and much confusion
Oh, what is real and what’s illusion?