Sonnet VI — The Path

"As particles of thought the fluffy cloud ..."

In Poet’s Paddock I have a lot of time to muse. Herewith my thoughts on life’s path, whatever we choose it to be.

Sonnet VI

Moments drift in light throughout the day

As particles of thought the fluffy cloud

That shifts and changes ever on its way

Unveiling our truth beneath the shroud.

I ponder this as to my lips I press

Sweet tender hay the harvest hath procured

From summer’s field where once twas verdant grass;

When cut and baled its purpose is assured.

With every moment life gives spirit shape

Well-rounded, square or twisted, it’s our choice.

The journey leads to love or conjures hate

Revealed in the heart and through the voice.

My wish for thee — take care the path you choose,

For moments we embrace our journeys prove.

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See you anon in Poet’s Paddock …

Shakespeare “The Equine”

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012

Sonnet III

A well of wealth ‘neath shallow surface lies

Where plunges pail in search of hidden gold.

Yet none can venture there without goodbyes

To victim’s path that leaves us numbed and cold.

And thus life’s sad way have I left behind

With all its holes and ruts that didst confound,

And forward trot a road that’s more refined,

That in the end makes life far more profound.

For tempted though I am to blame the past

And lean upon my pain as if a crutch,

Such misery, forsooth, can never last —

It’s oh, so yesterday and out of touch.

And living in the moment, truth be told,

Is where we each will find our hidden gold.

 

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See you anon in Poet’s Paddock …

 

Shakespeare “The Equine”

 

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2011