A Sonnetary Rant

Also Haiku and Tanka

Ummm… yes, this is a fifteen-line sonnet. I decided I would rather keep the existing lines than “correct” them.

Look down on us, you planetary gods
that company our mad ascent through space.
Where Mars may boast of battles, Venus grace,
and Jupiter rise imperial in his place,
watch now and weep the madnesses these clods
of earth combine to wreak destruction, shod
in broken iron, poisoned flame. Oh, trace
the beauteous blueness of our fairest face,
the dance of life, our deepest treasures, gnawed
by lunatics whose love is to despoil
the sweetest things that lie beneath the sun.
Jove’s jesters are we, in a fevered coil
to loose his lightnings but his justice shun,
pale brats that comprehend nor sun nor soil,
but live to end all lives ere they’re begun.

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On a lighter note, here is a haiku about listening to rain through a window and wishing to put my head out directly to hear the rain-sounds better.

The fairy dances
of raindrops lilt lightfoot–O,
foolish windowpane!

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Early morning sun
echoes through the cholla spines
reverberations
make antiphonies of light
dawn eloquence among thorns

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