(Picture Courtesy: A dear friend who is
blossoming into a fine photographer)
In a morning filled with autumn air,
When a veil of grey across the sky,
Makes one wonder- of times gone by...
Light dawned- and world seemed fair...
September rush, with flair of care,
Hath serenity like a storm's eye...
With feelings swell, hopes all high...
Radiance withal- a moment to spare...
(But-)An angel lay fallen in dirt,
Oblivious it was to pain and strife...
Spirits numb- in wilderness of life...
It had to be a jest too curt;
The work of Atropos in times rife...
To shear fate...and a melodious fife...
...
..
.
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Epilogue
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Actions have consequences and consequences
have bearings. Every storm has an eye and
regardless of turmoil, there is always a
recess. An angel can fall but never die-
just as a devil can walk but never live.
A melodious tune can enthrall and give rise
to a crescendo before fading into oblivion
for eternity.
Events might not be what they seem to be.
...And words might hold meanings that are
far from apparent.
Like all other sonnets this consists of a
"Muse" + "Conclusion" carefully wrapped and
obscured from prying eyes.
(because I'm sadistic ;) )
A note about meter:
If one cares to read "The Flute of Orpheus"
then its easy to see that the meter is the
same as that used in this poem.
So... same class of sonnets.
