a certain indefinite number of Petrarchan sonnets (28)
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.
SIGHTS and sounds arise and pass away
white-capped billows cresting on the sea of time
each peak an echo like two words that rhyme
and as the summits catch the lights that play
upon them, lights cast by dying day
a fleeting, iridescent flash, a chime
reminding me about a love sublime
a shining cynosure to light my way
and in the falling light I see her rise
my hopes arrive, my wretched fears depart
“love alone lives on and never dies,”
she says, as I behold with all my heart,
my soul’s face in the mirror of her eyes,
“look on me, and remember who thou art”
@Steve, I fixed it 😂