Break these rocks and let the waters roll
as I cross continents within my carapace.
Time unfurls like a river and I plod
upstream against the swift and icy chase.
Confound the fox and all her yipping brood.
Repel the badger, rebuke the dark raccoon.
I yield not to the probe of tooth or claw --
look hence and see my tracks upon the moon.
I do not beggar lodging or provender
but for myself provide all sustenance,
nor do I seek advice from any stranger:
I walk my path and do my own penance.
Domed sky above, earth below,
I go where others dare not go.
Author notes
A sonnet for a metaphorical turtle
A contest entry
- 40 Images for 40 Poets by Pollycheck.
425 points, ended December 2, 2007, 12 entries
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beautiful, and very sad.
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Thank you.
I'm glad it touched you.
Mac
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