Sonnet: Dove of Peace

In this post from last week, I shared a picture and 2 poems inspired by it, wondering if I would start a series by reusing some of the lines to write different forms of poetry. Well, here is the next installment of the series: a Shakespearean sonnet (hoping to try a Petrarchian sonnet soon)! Shared with the Writers’ Pantry at Poets and Storytellers United.


The dove of peace brings healing in its wings,
The shining sun comes not so far behind –
A confluence of pinkish hues it beings,
The easier some happiness to find.
The dove of peace reveals itself to men
Although it often seems to’ve been delayed:
It can be shy, and finds its welcome when
True prayers of trust, like little stars arrayed,
Light up the people’s dark thoughts’ sky. Those stars
Provide much comfort when they’re born and rise,
Against despair and woeful words which mar –
With peace past understanding as the prize.
Thenceforth can many faith-filled flowers grow,
No matter which direction the winds blow.

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The Darkness Turns

This sonnet was written about 3 weeks ago, shared with DVerse OLN.

The darkness turns to morning, noon to night:
The day is fleeting, fleet-footed and fast,
The sun retreating, sinking out of sight,
Because no single day can for long last.
Remember though: the dark will morning be,
Another day bestows another chance
To see the shining light of verity,
To hear the music yearning for a dance.
Take in refreshing colors of the dawn,
As temperature heats slowly from night’s chill:
It may seem slow, but quickly it is gone,
There is a time to empty and to fill.
The darkness turns, performs a pirouette —
There is a time to follow, and reset.

Sonnet for the 5,000

I’m sharing this poem with the Writers’ Pantry #7. This sonnet is based on yesterday’s Gospel reading at Mass.


“My heart is moved with pity for the crowd” :
So said our Lord when many had pursued
Him as he taught the truth of God aloud.
Caring for them, He knew they needed food,
But what did the disciples have at hand ?
Five loaves, two fish, and they were tired too,
Unable to retreat as they had planned.
He urged the twelve to take a wider view,
Inviting them to trust, and their reward
Was being part of His abundant feast.
He was their wealth when they could not afford
to offer any more; even the least
Among the crowd did see Jesus provide:
They started hungry and left satisfied.

Bring Us Back Again

This is basically Psalm 80 rewritten as a sonnet. Shared with the Tuesday platform at Real Toads. 


O God of hosts, come bring us back again,

Save us with light shining from Your face,

Why do You frown upon our plea? Soften

Your gaze, and every sorrow please efface.

As bread we have been given tears to eat,

And still more salty tears to be our drink,

We feel from enemies naught but defeat

As day by day our souls more and more shrink.

You planted a vine out of Egypt’s land,

Let boars and beasts ravage the vine no more!

Listen, give life and strength with Your right hand,

We call upon Your name and now implore!

Defeat and destitution now oppress,

But we believe in lasting happiness.

Puddles and Loving

One of these 2 poems was inspired by the word of the day from Fandango, puddle. The form comes from Abigail Gronway’s insane cinquain challenge, which really was a challenge. Lastly, I am sharing this with Real Toads.


Puddle

After the rain
Ground is damp, air is cold
The sky remains gray —
But water washes the stain
And a new beginning unfolds.

Colorful rainbow brings back light
In all its manifold hues —
Eyes look with soft joy —
Hope is revealed to sight
And will not lose.

 

Loved

Loving is light:
Being with Belovèd
Is true happiness,
Knowing I’m precious, held tight —
I want no one else in his stead.

We live heart to heart, face to face,
He knows, loves me just the same —
And I love him too.
This is a sacred space,
Love is a flame.

Intervene

At DVerse today, Bjorn wants us all to write sonnets. I enjoy sonnets and wrote this one shortly before Christmas. 


God came to us, and shared our sad estate,

Although glory supreme was His true right,

To live and die and rise, to confound fate,

To save His people from the darkest night:

For this He came, in time He intervened,

That all might be adopted as God’s sons,

Through Jesus’ blood all faithful souls are cleaned

And need not fear, for Father to them runs.

It matters not what happened in the past,

But only what the soul would wish today,

God wants to give to all a life that lasts,

And life on Earth in which we ever pray.

Now look upon the Lord in manger laid:

God-is-with-us, and He has always stayed.