These Earthly Things Will Do (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   Feb 11, 2019


Within my mind, I capture clouds for you,
And bring to bloom the rose despite the snow,
But truth be told, I cannot grow what grew,
Nor dry the damp and set the wick aglow.
To steel the colour from a butterfly,
Or give to you the rainbow's joyous hue!
But nothing sticks and not a thing I try
Is worth the love and care I bear for you.
The moon is out of reach despite my need
To pull it from the space it occupies;
I must, then, swap the roses for the weeds
And gift to you these earthly fireflies.
At times, ambition's eye burns far too bright;
With modest aim, we see with clearer sight.

--

Ben Pickard 2019

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  • 2 months ago

    by S.T.A.R.

    I so love the images in this poem, especially stealing colors off a butterfly soo beautiful!! :)

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, STAR - glad you enjoyed it.

  • 2 months ago

    by Michael

    Wham! fella, this is a brilliant sonnet. really enjoyed reading this a couple of times :) M

  • 2 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Ah Ben. I dare say you love with the same intensity that you pour out your wonderful verse with. It's stunning :-) x
    =^.^=

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Depends on how much wine I have consumed, Kitty...

  • 2 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Add to my favorite and all the best to you

  • 2 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    A masterly write, Ben. From line to line you have written a sonnet worthy of the old bard himself.
    Kudos.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Not sure about that, but thanks anyway, Michael

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