Monday, May 27, 2019

A sonnet when things go bad - "must be importent"



Sometimes it seems like all hell is breaking loose.


must be importent

When tremors shake and wisdom cries, as har-
bingers of cataclysm make their presence known
and undeniable, we view the sky
with hopes it will not send a rain of stone
upon the place we stand. We could defy
these omens, and believe a newfound star
is just a consequence of nature's end,
a denouement of glory which would be
disaster for all planets in its hold;
yet rarity insists that we must see
a portent in this brilliance and this bold-
ness, forcing us to think what to defend
against the gales of danger and demise,
because we should be valiant 'til hope dies.


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