Thursday, March 3, 2016

Lenten Sonnet

by GJ Gillespie  
The vanity of recompense 
Shows through its artful eye    
Unsung lusts for love long lost
A twist too tight, a smile too broad
A yearning for composure
Fleeting dreams and sentiments 
Of sweepers stirring sand 
Or sparrows falling silent
Like celebrants remember
Desperate incantations of ice and earth
And nod in reverent prayer
While somber silhouettes spill into darkness 
and all is quiet as the air 
in fields of rotten crops