PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I dream of writing a sonnet profound,

But subject-matter attempts all escape;

And try for as you and I will have found,

The things we need are all captured on tape.

So moving on through our patterned life’s way,

Original thoughts come to us just once;

Part of our journey and all our dismay,

But our desires and all of our wants,

Can disappear as we blink our eyes;

Where can we find a true moment of peace?

Not but for looking at blue satin skies;

Quests and rare challenges must never cease.

Better go gently and raise to the deep,

All of the time we were waking asleep.