In which I expose my first poem to the public’s critique…

Sonnet 2

Like a coracle in the tempest,

Like a tree transplanted,

Is the soul filled with unrest

For the yearnings yet unanswered.

Would that youth brought old age–

The wisdom found and earned by gray–

Would that seekers saw past turning page

That the longing might not the appetite slay.

But the sea will calm, unannounced and free,

And the tree with find it’s roots the same.

One day you will have the eyes to see

The blow that whelms does not maim.

So take this lesson close to heart:

That which is best of you shall not depart.

–Written 16 August 2011

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7 thoughts on “In which I expose my first poem to the public’s critique…

  1. Thanks for sharing. No need to fret, it’s good! I especially like the first four lines– “coracle” is a gorgeous little word I’d never heard of. Good handling of the didactic element too– not overbearing. So where’s Sonnet 1

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