“Dawning: an Expanded Sonnet.”

I wrote this sonnet, a revised version of “Silver Snare” from a couple years back, as part of my submission to this year’s Atlantis Award through the Poet’s Billow.

I found it challenging ro write, in a good way. I hope you like it! 🙂

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Dawning: an Expanded Sonnet

My mourning overhangs my every aching thought;

It is my ancient onyx shroud comprised of grief.

It is the silver snare of longing where I’m caught,

The widow’s piercing scream admitting no relief.

My sadness is my soul’s privation; I find that it is not,

And in its nothingness becomes a thief.

Grief is the half-note rest, the empty spot

Upon my verdant, earthy, lily-clad canvas of belief:

My sorrow paints the searing scarlet flare

Of plasma in the coming of the dawn.

I feel the zephyr as it blows through me.

My sorrow helps my busy mind to measure out its care,

And gives me grace to forget, to move so slowly on.

My silent sadness sets my other feelings free.