Endless Rails – Sonnet

 

Conductor please, I’ll buy a ticket sir,

one with a window and reclining seat

of leather, ashen white, to rest my eyes.

 

Caress cut crystal bronzed with fine liqueur -

accentuates heart’s rhythm of repeat;

across split rails of iron laden tracks.

 

Bequeath my soul to wander boundless skies,

eternity unburdened I prefer;

and leave behind cruel visions of defeat.

 

These fleeting images across sunrise -

through railway tunnels never looking back;

on restful rails of vast suspended time.

 

Discover hidden truth for which I lack.

Upon this train, towards endless, I shall climb.

 

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

Submitted to dVerse – Poetics – Trai_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_n_s and Real Toads and Poets United

Amazing photo by dorinnovac

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Thunder Buffalo -Sonnet

John Keats (1795-1821) used elaborate choice of words and very sensational imagery. It is no wonder he is one of the main pioneers of England ‘s Romantic Movement. This sonnet follows Keats’s sonnet format with abcabdcabcdede rhyming scheme   Keats was particular in his iambic pentameter rhyming scheme and structure of the entire sonnet . 

 

 

A feathered ritual danced long ago;

she faintly heard the elders ancient call,

envisioned - living nature’s way of life.

The primal drone of thunder buffalo;.

abruptly crossing earthly hallow sprawl -

Lakota warriors on horseback dare.

Life’s rhymic cycle dawns, awakes the ear -

resounding earth’s cold tremble ‘neath white snow;

alerting wolves in winter’s bondage thrall.

She questioned, self-induced bewildered fear -

and clutches tight her sacred totem bear;

accepts her blood; the blood of native lore.

 

Today’s the day she’ll run with white-tail deer -

within the Shaman’s love, forever more.

 

☮TheMsLvh © 2011

 

“Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.”-John Keats

 

artist - Pam McCabe - Art.com
Summited to dVerse Poetry Pub

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