Well, seems that Bryce has dropped the ball AND the posting spirit, so I'll just insert another recent poem. Not sure if this is going into my chapbook of formals, even though it does loosely qualify as a sonnet.
~~Poet
By Wind
I watched her go today on a black steed
until she disappeared in tears to the place
where horse lovers go, I suppose. She raced
fast and free, skimming with October speed
over the fields like one wind-driven leaf
on a sidewalk. I was amazed at her grace,
yet puzzled by her mournful steeplechase.
It bothered me. What could make her face bleed
like that? It wasn't the wind, or so I thought
until I understood how she could drown
in the satisfaction of an autumn day.
By wind, her dreams were leaves that were simply caught
by a horse that raked the hallowed ground
and galloped skyward like a thoroughbred of grace.
~~Poet
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