I don’t ignore the forest for the trees—
a cultured landscape looks for glade and lake
even as much as leaves or limbs that seize
attention for the pride that I forsake—
for while a redwood dwarfs my view, it still
fights for unrecognizable acclaim
by placing stakes on skyline’s windowsill,
confusing yet unnameable with named;
a bird’s eye view unburdens me with sight,
reminds and then absolves me of my size—
so small that my great handler I can’t fight,
I circle more the falconer, my prize.
My sharpened gaze finds brilliance in the shade
as woods make way for river and for glade.
Author notes
Shakespearean Sonnet
C...W
I was thinking here about someone 'not being able to see the forest for the trees,' and this turned into a brief meditation on taking the long view of events, as well as the large-scale beauty of nature.
The last line of the third quatrain references "The Second Coming" by W.B. Yeats: "Turning and turning in the widening gyre/ the falcon cannot hear the falconer."
All comments very much appreciated.
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Comments
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Nice sonnet here, a style I am only beginning to start getting a hang of. Many lines here that begged to be read more than once.
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This is a lovely sonnet with an well-expressed theme. You use enjambment well and your rhymes are clean and precise. I enjoy your author's notes because you always have such wonderful allusions in your poetry. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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