a certain indefinite number of Petrarchan sonnets (24)
Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them. This is an actual Petrarchan sonnet so it will not be preceded by my usual exculpatory disclaimer about having departed from the paradigmatic form.
WE find ourselves amid this field again
beneath the glow of new portentous skies
where mysterious distances arise
and resolve once more, as competing strains
discordant streams that join in one refrain
a shadow flits across your half-moon eyes
serving of their gentle light me to apprise
for here each loss begets a new-found gain
to this field may every heart return
for in this life the highest of all arts
is love, which we may forever strive to learn
till all our fear and fretfulness departs
and out of time we’ll step and make sojourn
amidst the Paradise between our hearts
Such a beautiful sonnet my friend. Happy morning to you! I have so many things to do today and places to go I am happy that I was able to see this and read this first although my Bible reading was an awesome fortification for the day too! Was reading in Hebrews a little on how Christ became Incarnate for the Joy that was set before Him- US!!!! Yay!!! It is so incredible to even get a partial glimpse of the Immense Love God has for us!!! From the beginning it amazes me how can I ever be despondent? Live and peace to you friend
Proceeded?