Here is a lovely Sonnet from my friend Bushka over at Autumn Ambles https://autumnambles.wordpress.com/2016/05/22/sunday-sonnet-2/#comment-4084 (thanks for the re-blog, E.!)
Ask not how deep the selflessness of Love
Needs be, to service human brokenness,
When we perceive clear images thereof
Apparent in young children dead, no less;
Pre-occupation with one’s personal need
Can blind one to the faces of despair,
Reclining in the warm embrace of greed,
Unable or unwilling aught to share;
How strange the native instinct to survive
Persists with not an inkling to relent,
Intent on keeping hapless souls alive,
Until the dregs of energy are spent.
For some would end their lives under a stack,
While others cease to be because of lack!
©Meanderings 2016
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Thanks P! Hugs! ❤
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thanks…love the Sonnet.
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I do enjoy the longer, more rhythmic forms with the ta=da=da=da=DUM, head nodding meter. old-fashioned I guess.
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No doubt due to my Dr. Suess, and other nursery rhyme, days of rhythm and song-song.
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