The Lost Art
let's revive sonnet writing
Limping to Immortality
Pale-white wanderer on a distant shore,
Encumbered by regret, limping, sighing;
Waiting for the one whom he loved before,
Returning, renewing, death defying.
Brothers and lovers, by Ilium’s fall
Rememberèd. Phoenix-birthed from the pyre
To Thermopylae’s call, a last shield wall,
And Gallipoli’s wire - machine gun fire.
Rekindled by love, they fight and they die,
The circles of this world they cannot burst;
No final adieu, no farewell goodbye,
To their glory of youth - blessed and accursed.
A broken bough, a scattered vow - ’tis done.
They rest: till again, the cycle’s begun.