A sonnet just for you. A little fun. A little struggle. Life met on life’s terms… never easy to fathom.
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Meandering the Edges of My Mind
Meandering the edges of my mind,
Pale horses grazing in an open field.
My wanderlust, a wish to be inclined
To thrust myself, impel, and make life yield
To my desires, ceding upon this spot.
With balls that I’d impress from planted feet,
No bullets could cause me to change my lot,
on solid land, locked, life cannot defeat.
The signal! Now the contest does begin.
Oh, might I meet the challenge of life’s terms?
Will my bravado hold or will life win –
and I go down so dismal to the worms?
A rose, I hold, its scents so sweet for me
that life’s ascent is still a mystery.
Randy – you’re a regular bard ! This was excellent !
Thank you Bill.
I’m not sure about the bard part, but I am regular… 😉 Ha.
Regular is good Randy, you must eat lots of fruits and veggies 🙂
I agree! So cool, and rhyming and all…
Those edges make a fine sonnet….and I love that rose…it’s like you are holding it out for us to share in the wonder also..
Mystery or not, life is precious and somehow seems to ascend, despite all opposition.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
Life is so very precious. Randy
Now that I am older and unable to move with ease, that kind of meandering is very familiar to me. Thanks for putting it into words and for the visit to my site…
Loved your piece…. Randy
Good to see people still write sonnets.
Yes. I love them. reading and writing….