Sonnet XVIII: Awash in Hope
©28-MAR-19, Olan L. Smith
The rain will fall this day in bloody streams,
Depressed? Then join the mix of rude uncouth.
Who smiles beneath the falls? Appalling themes
In depths of altered hues, the skies of youth;
Who knows the depth of sin? And who am I
Myself? I live in darkened wakes of old
Await the deeper truth before I die
The rain will fall; I die awash in gold,
Permit eroded dreams and sins unhook;
My sins, a puzzled stream will flow away;
Alas, my name is read in golden book,
I float in becks, my robes awash will say;
"A glut of hope is mine," immortal soul
This life redeemed, a billion thoughts console.
A/N: Sonnet XVIII is based on the Rondeau "The Rain will Fall," and it demonstrates how different constraint forms will change the meaning of a single poem. Olan L. Smith