1st sonnet

first sonnet i wrote...

1^st Sonnet                                 16 Nov 2010                                                          

 

When youth doth crown its threshold- comes of age,

naive concedes the contest to informed,

pursuit seeks more of venture less of sage,

precaution oft emboldens those well warned.

 

They first feign coy lest thought as brash or boor,

then boldly dash convention to the ground,

rush headlong- blind but eager, to the lure,

of proffered dreams long sought but never found.

 

But ne’er a star was reached but first was dreamed,

though wished upon while feet stood on the ground,

and ne’er a goal was distant as it seemed,

for whom in earnest sought, a path was found.

 

Though status quo finds all who differ strange,

if not for youth the world would never change.

Rikkevi Rue copyright 2010 all rights reserved

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

first~ the poem~ I am noticing more and more that your composition holds a facet that almost feels like inhale/exhale but on a more mystical ground~ an aura of classical enchantment drips from the parameters of construct~ which is what really gets to this reader and pulls me into the body of emotion behind the classical work~ like listening to musical solos coaxed form the body of the piano or violin~
the last two lines chilled me~ and I'll tell you why~ it was once true yes~ that youth would shake the rigid foundations of a society and bring about change for the betterment of all~ but nowdays as I watch the young I see them living more and more away from the tactile reality of the world and her needs and clinging deeper inside to imaginary playgrounds spilling warcraft and baseball on pads instead of on solid ground~ scary days~ future on pause~

[Rikkevi Rue]

you will probably never read, but nonetheless the tribute I will pay, for herein you glean the essence of of words, the intricate of feeling, the pulse of heart and mind... of thought morsels imbued in phrases cast about the universe to alight; in hopes conscientiousness disseminate...else intellect pass into the vault of forgotten past

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole]

I wander here and there returning always to eat at the table of great poets

[Rikkevi Rue]

blessings be on you dear lady, who alone wanders to this table which forever grows yet more obscure! ;-)