Above, the Ruthlessness, Below Churned up Shenandoah
My friend has travelled to another sphere,
A universe as unified as God
In green Jehovah’s Witness Bibles. Fear
Is absent there, but so is love, that odd
Thing in the cosmos. I am left behind
Like young Elisha on the fire-scorched ground,
Like lost ones at the Rapture all but blind
Because of Second Coming glory, sound
Of obliterating trumpets, and the blank
On retinas and eardrums, only worse.
Divinities control. We can’t outflank
Them. Every Allah’s wilfulness is terse.
..We dissipate in bolts of lightning blown
….Down from the everlasting voltaged throne.
I love this poem Phillip, the rhyming couplet at the end is great. The visual and auditory imagery is so vivid!
Hey, Joe. Thanks for your reply. I only just now saw it because I kept looking at the other sonnet you’ve read for replies. Some day I’ll grow up. Another reason I did not know you had replied is that I assumed WordPress would send me an e-mail each time someone made a comment on the website. My wife doesn’t like this form of sonnet, the Shakespearean form precisely because it ends with a rhyming couplet, so I’m pleased you like it. Sorry about my late reply. Today or tomorrow I’m finally going to get business cards for THE ENCYCLOPEDIA SONNETICA, but now I won’t see you to be able to give you one. Life is funny.