Sonnet Sequence 4: What I Dream (Italian Gregorian Sonnaiku)

~by Gregg Rowe~

My life on earth has been a living hell,
Well mother’s passion love has sung six strings.
Musical voice -- a youthful angel sings --
My life commenced – fusion of their blood cells.
We’re prisoners shut in His House to dwell:
I seek to escape on guardian Holy wing,
Bow on my knees ask guidance from my King --
In January -- said final farewell.

silvery midnight moon
a black cat stalks the asphalt
we cross in mourning colors

Tragic angelic notes that I do hold --
I hear her music notes inside my head:
That speak of beats and rapes, not prideful dreams --
Inside my heart, they have their weight in gold.
Hers and my life’s lessons that we have bled --
In life later her blinded eyes could see.

Here are the first three sonnets in the series of sequences:

Sonnet Sequence 1:
What I Dream
(Italian Gregorian Sonnaiku)
allpoetry.com/poem/1050056

Sonnet Sequence 2:
What I Dream
(Italian Gregorian Sonnaiku)
allpoetry.com/poem/1054636

Sonnet Sequence 3:
What I Dream
(Italian Gregorian Sonnaiku)
allpoetry.com/poem/1055344

Author notes

Well, what started of as an experimentation in form has grown into a complex bit of writing for me. Welcome to the Sonnet Sequence, a small sequence because of the difficulty in writing these, my goal is to try and reach seven of these. Oh my God, I have been going through ideas for the last three sonnets and if everything goes well, I will be able to finish penning them tonight so I can stay with the flow that they are feeding my muse right now! This is so exciting! Hang in there gang, I mean to response to all your IMs as soon as I finish! to you all for even for stopping by and reading these! Gregg

Gregorian Sonnaiku
(How To Write This New Form—Learning Column)
by lordoftherings
allpoetry.com/Column/1043872

Written February 11th, 2005