Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to All
Not too long ago, Thomas Davis of fourwindowspress suggested I try my hand at the sonnet form. I finally took some time to pick up that gauntlet, and though I feel the poem is still clunky (and too gloomy for Christmas), I’m happy to have put a pen to paper again.
Half a lifetime weighted by should-decree
Finds little joy in angel pomp. Tidings
Join a cacophony of haste which sings
Of abandoning soul-heart for bent knee.
No room in that inn for dreams. Admission fee
For this cold peace, compliance and troth rings.
Sell secret self for sex and glittering things;
Unwrap regret beneath each Christmas tree.
Still shepherd heard and pondered seraph sight
And I, afraid to change, consider too–
Can I forsake this life that I have known,
Exchange this prison home where poems incite
Resentment? Will poems sow that field of view,
My hopes swaddled on a manger throne?