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One day I’ll greet the word that I require,
to draw all thoughts into the brighter light.
The catechism of my dark intent
shall let its meanings flourish as they might.
Then would I find the lyrics resident
in every shadow where old musings dwell;
for never have they found a true release
to satisfy the moments that I tell.
It seems I measure only fickle things:
the moods, the feelings, or the hope that wanes
beneath the weight of every new regret.
Each passing instant of imagining
bequeaths a corpus of fragile remains,
all shades and ashes I must soon forget.
A new poem for the Poetry Pantry
A new poem for the Poetry Pantry
Ah, I admire your sonnet, Steve. I especially like the idea of drawing thoughts into a brighter light. Moods, feelings hope...how can they be measured especially in the face of regret. Lots to ponder in your words!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting Mary. Always nice to reflect on your ponderings!
DeleteNice contrasting pictures in the octave and sestet...
ReplyDeleteThanks much for stopping by. It's much appreciated.
DeleteYour sonnet reads so beautifully, Steve. Perfectly executed. I love "then would I find the lyrics resident4 in every shadow where old Musings dwell." Lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! But the horizon of perfection ever retreats from us ... which is as it should be.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful sonnet. I feel the emotions carried everything burning.. Like we built our own pyre in the phase of regret.
ReplyDeleteThat resonates deeply... where are the words that truly express one's thoughts...
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautifully written sonnet :D
ReplyDeletesometimes it is not easy to find the right word, let alone the perfect word?
ReplyDeleteenjoyed the poem! :)
Finding the right word is the key to many parts of life..frustrating at times - but when we find one that fits..it feels perfect and we can carry on our quest to find the next one
ReplyDeleteNothing truer than the things we hide, and amazing how the right word or condition can evade or bring it down.
ReplyDeleteI think all of us measure fickle things and are easily swayed from what is important then regret what we should have done. Very insightful piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteWow! Very profound, relatable and beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteA lovely sonnet it appears we were both seeking some light and understanding.
ReplyDeleteWell done... a real treat in the reading.
ReplyDeleteZQ
There is much to be said about a kicking the darkness in the teeth, every now and again, in order to dance our thoughts to light.
ReplyDeleteLove the wealth of emotions raging through your sonnet.
I wish the same too!
ReplyDeletei luv the enticing of words to draw you out of dark moody places into poetry and light
ReplyDeleteCreative Sunday hours to you
much love...
Such a lovely, well-written ode/lament for poetry itself. That search for the great poem. The great word. Wonderful job.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisite poetry.
ReplyDelete" the moods, the feelings, or the hope that wanes
ReplyDeletebeneath the weight of every new regret" - an indelible line. A lovely sonnet, beautifully rendered.
I'd say you achieve your aim stated in PP interview to "have a natural and transparent seeming voice and vocabulary" though I know there is always that feeling of restraint, the sense that the words veer off at the last moment from where we want to take them
ReplyDelete"for never have they found a true release
to satisfy the moments that I tell."
Steve, I should figure out how to follow your blog--not sure because I don't really pay attention to my google self here--(it's Karin, Manicddaily)--but I feel terrible to miss these pieces when they come out--and I am not linked enough into the sites other than Toads to see them. This is just a lovely sonnet, and describes so well that kind of groping not just for the word but for the mood that will somehow make all light and right--justified--it is not so bad to be caught up in undercurrents--as that's what musing people are like--but the weight of regret makes it rather hard. Anyway, really this is just a terrific piece. I'll try to figure how to subscribe so won't miss. (I'm not honestly on FB consistently enough to see--I feel like i'm on too much but don't know what I'm doing!) k.
ReplyDeleteAs always, you have that light touch and rich feel for language that comes from living with it--the form is one that throws meaning like a javelin, and your weapon is sharp and graceful in flight--and makes one feel how difficult it is to nail the world of our inner selves to the paper. A pleasure to read,again, as always.
ReplyDeleteWe all struggle to grasp that "perfect word." Somehow I don't see you struggling, as in my humble opinion, your poetry is always perfection!
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