Written for a poet with whom I must have shared many lives. Perhaps a "mutual muse?"


Soul Circle Sonnet

The endless universe at her first light
Did weave a fabric infinite and whole
Of matter strong and pure and clean and bright
And painted thereupon each nascent soul
Then incontent to leave the weave entire
Into uncounted pieces did she tear
The cloth and hurl into a fierce sun's fire
In smoke the souls were parted in despair
'Til enter'd they into a living breath
Where chance might briefly mend what once was torn
Remaining whole until consumed by death
Then spat out sep'rately to be reborn.
Thy newly minted words a desp'rate sea
Forever held to be thy muse I be.




Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2011-01-21 at 12:56

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i love sonnets.

this takes me to dante, and orpheus and eurydice, with a hint of romeo and juliet. the unseen hand always plays a role, always capriciously. this really is a melding of souls.
2016-02-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very, very well written, Nancy.
2011-01-23


Rob Graber
This is beautiful, and filled with such deep longing.
2011-01-21


countryfog
A tender tapestry . . . I love the thought of a "mutual muse", a blending and sharing stronger than mere death.
2011-01-21