Reborn (Sonnet)

by Mark Spencer   Dec 19, 2004


He set his foot upon the firmament,
His eyes were fixed on His destination.
Though He knew the measure of His torment,
That would not quell His determination.

I'd nearly beaten the flesh from His bones.
Yet each time He fell, He would rise again.
I scourged Him, and crushed His body with stones.
He asked no quarter, He just said amen.

I nailed Him securely to that old tree,
He was hung there to die at my command.
I have made Him suffer so much for me.
As if I'd held His fate within MY hand.

He endured the torture and bitter scorn,
So that I, through His blood, could be reborn.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 19 years ago

    by SammiBABY

    i love sonnets!

  • 19 years ago

    by Mark Spencer

    oc·tave ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ktv, -tv)
    n.
    Music.
    The interval of eight diatonic degrees between two tones of the same name, the higher of which has twice as many vibrations per second as the lower.
    A tone that is eight diatonic degrees above or below another given tone.
    Two tones eight diatonic degrees apart that are sounded together.
    The consonance that results when two tones eight diatonic degrees apart are sounded.
    A series of tones included within this interval or the keys of an instrument that produce such a series.
    An organ stop that produces tones an octave above those usually produced by the keys played.
    The interval between any two frequencies having a ratio of 2 to 1.
    Ecclesiastical.
    The eighth day after a feast day, counting the feast day as one.
    The entire period between a feast day and the eighth day following it.
    A group or series of eight.

    A group of eight lines of poetry, especially the first eight lines of a Petrarchan sonnet. Also called octet.
    A poem or stanza containing eight lines.
    Sports. A rotating parry in fencing.

  • 19 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    Fascinating debate it's become. I must say it's already furthered my entertainment to add these few lines for its recognition.
    Finally my writ: the poem itself saddles a lovely tale to behold.
    As they say, short and sweet ;)

  • 19 years ago

    by Mark Spencer

    Invented around the year 1200 by poet Giacamo da Lentino, the sonnet is one of the most well known forms of verse. You are probably most familiar with the sonnets of Shakespeare, though poets have been writing sonnets for thousands of years. Sonnets are usually focused on one subject throughout, concentrating on a single idea or problem, and coming to a conclusion at the end.

    Though traditionally written sonnets followed specific rhyme schemes, modern sonnets are often written with no rhyme at all. The basic form is 14 lines, often divided in two stanzas of 4, (the octave) followed by the sestet, which is often divided up as one stanza of four and the last two lines set in for a dramatic ending and to encompass the conclusion of the sonnet. The most famous rhyme scheme used for sonnets is abab, cdcd, efef, gg as in this famous sonnet by Shakespeare:

    My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

    My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; (a)

    Coral is far more red than her lips’ red: (b)

    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; (a)

    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. (b)

    I have seen roses damasked, red and white, (c)

    But no such roses see I in her cheeks; (d)

    And in some perfumes is there more delight (c)

    Than in her breath that from my mistress reeks. (d)

    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know (e)

    That music hath a far more pleasing song: (f)

    I grant I never saw a goddess go, (e)

    My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. (f)

    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare (g)

    As any she belied with false compare. (g)

    The octave encompasses the first two stanzas of four. The sestet is the last stanza of four accompanied by the last two lines set in for a dramatic ending and to encompass the conclusion of the sonnet. Of course this is a sonnet!

  • i like this poem, its very well written