Sonnet XLV, Time of Times
©Olan L. Smith, 5-14-23
Time-of-times and day-of-days where gods arrange
Help along the paths, we blaze our affair.
In gloomy drabness on lips of fire do snare
Sorrow's hope and smother pleasure derange
Death before birth's first pangs. Here farrow's grange,
Anger's madness heard. A barbed prayer
Yearns for life, born to die, promised and rare,
Forever out of reach upon the Teton Range,
Of temporal planes. Gods' incorporeal spin,
Reminiscent of glory, of victories won,
Mother's breasts bare for the suckles end-run,
Open bosoms invite creatures here-between,
Members of the society of chagrin,
Search the universe, descendants of the sun.
A/N This sonnet is a Petrarchan style sonnet, or Italian sonnet, unlike the English sonnet is doesn't use the down, up, lilt of iambic pentameter, and it livens the movement, IMO. You will find not all lines are 10 syllables long, but several are 11 syllables in length, hendecasyllable. This style of poem is in two stanzas; first is eight lines long, and the other is six; octave and sestet, with a rhyme scheme in this case of abbaabba, cddecd.
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PoetryI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...
