Draft of a draft of a draft of a draft.
With grateful acknowledgement to all at Coo & Co, who have inspired me to try my hand at a sonnet of sorts.
Unsure, as always, of the next good step:
uncertain, to continue or to stop?
Stalled between seasons, waiting for a sign,
I count as grace all friends and strangers seen.
Unsure, to be sure, of the next right thing,
I risk with each new pace a deed gone wrong,
and strive to keep keen wit, despite blurred sight ---
crosses avoided, consolations sought.
You ghostly poets of a bygone age
and mystic souls by wonderment made sage,
bestow some boon or blessing from above!
I blunder down untrodden roads, half blind,
hoping to find healing for each deep wound:
a place of welcome and a soul of love.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2019-04-02 at 11:49
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