You should have seen the world before it died
in epitaph etched deep upon the memory once life
before the cross named oblivion, the angel, fallen, cried
truest nature, born so pure, drank deep the root of strife.
Tell not the God creation, fear less the darker Lord
as all is now forgotten, to the void some call fate
from a child nurtured by the milk that soured with discord
to the seed planted, fallow, that grew the food of hate.
Dream not the realm of future, think only yesterday
when selfishness grew as virtue, adorned by tainted pride
the scent of hope, dark fouled, aromatic black decay
where I opened my eyes in teared stares and denied.
Yet truth of revelation, once versed inside a book
became the fate of man, as warning they forsook.
Author notes
If your sonnet does not read with this first line, it will be dsq.
(In your notes please
and you should quote that dsq bit in your author notes.
Sonnet Prompt.
A contest entry
- A sonnet please, by Titus.
700 points, ended November 30, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I read your sonnet as I would have done prose, and why I did, is because it was read as though the subject of the matter were in a daydream, stationary, and typically unaware to all surroundings, and it reads very well slowly. I like the aromas smelt in this.
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Adorable, quick witted, on target...loved the read and good luck to you in the contest lol
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