For fun, click onto: Billy Collins, former United States Poet Laureate, to read his satirical view of sonnets, cleverly entitled, "Sonnet."
Four Soles, Soulful Foursome
Idyllically, they travel with an aim
and quickly learn that truth rests in a friend,
for surely, they’ll discover life’s no game.
A splendid road will definitely bend.
These traveling souls of four know not of end,
for they rely on trusting gifts of love:
one pulls with strength, one’s job is to attend
two brothers with one mind, blessed from above
with dreams conjoined like wings that lift the dove.
Four souls of spirit and vitality
advance with might and shared awareness of
their vision for determined liberty.
A humble vessel pulled by four brave soles,
transporting dreams, fulfilling simple goals.
Jeanne I. Lakatos 2011
I have to be honest and say Jeanne that the thoughts a Spensarian filled me with dread. But what a surprise, I LOVE this!And that's why I hope the bus keeps going, because people do their own thing you never know what you're going to get!It shows you must always keep an open mind.
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Oh so happy you liked this one, Peadar! I didn't know that this was a photograph of your uncle until after I wrote it and then read your comment to Chris, explaining the photographs' histories. At that moment, I only hoped it would please you. Glad it did! (Feel free to include it in your magazine.)
ReplyDeleteThis is really good - makes me think of how SERIOUS our games were as children - this poem takes the journey of these four soles very seriously indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dana... seriously, thanks! ; )
ReplyDeleteWhy do I now have Mick Jagger in my head? "I've walked for miles; my feet are hurting." I love this, Jeanne!
ReplyDeleteMust be because you're so soleful, Doc. ; )
ReplyDeleteAgree with TFE - this is simply fantastic. Often the need to rhyme takes away from the message but this flows beautifully from start to finish. Don't quite get the soles / souls thing, though!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Peter! I can always count on you to ask the good questions. Thanks for that, and here's the answer:
ReplyDeleteThere are four beings here, each with a soul, mule, dog and two boys. The two boys only have two soles each, but together, united in spirit and cause, they have four, like the dog and the mule. The cart has four wheels, no soles, and it is the vessel that transports these four souls with their soles.
Your poem makes me want to wish them well, to care about their journey, on the mixed path ahead. Well done Jeanne, lovely reflection of the image.
ReplyDeleteThank you, 120!
ReplyDeleteDreams conjoined like wings ~ a stunning image created with your sonnet.
ReplyDeleteA humble vessel transporting dreams. Tbe innocence and assumptions of youth well captured
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen and Kate!
ReplyDeleteThis picture captured my imagination too, but my sonnet belongs to another... (I bought a second ticket this morning! LOL)
ReplyDeleteYes, this photo is special, isn't it? I'll be checking the other ticket entries when I get a chance... It's Monday, and my plate is filled right now. Thanks for dropping by, Jinksy. Always good to hear from you.
ReplyDeleteOne of your best, Jeanne Iris! I love the play with the word "soul" and "dreams conjoined like wings that fit the dove" is just beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Kat. I appreciate your kind words.
ReplyDeleteLovely stuff.
ReplyDeleteThank you, kindly, IIHAMTS! And thanks for sparing a minute here.
ReplyDeleteI have plenty of minutes I'm just careful where I spare them.
ReplyDeleteas well you should. ;)
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