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.

Between Seasons

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.

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Written on 2019-04-02 at 11:49

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Ooh, you're welcome, Tommo; all at Coo & Co are delighted to have inspired this sonnet of sorts! :>)

Being between seasons can feel mighty unsettling; you have captured the mood most eloquently here. We like the uncertainty of the octet, followed by the address to the poets in the sestet, if these are the correct terms. Yeats' 'Sailing to Byzantium' comes to mind, 'O sages standing in God's holy fire'. And we like the final lines too, showing a hope defined and something that brings to mind the beginning of a pilgrimage :>)