Contented pelicans stand on the shore.
Clouds look solid then they move away.
Water’s back and forth. It will not stay.
With all of this do I need something more?
What is it that I’m always looking for?
There’s the Sun and here’s a newborn day.
There’s a moment somewhere bright or gray
When every breath blows past a bolted door.
I’ll sing these songs of praise and some again
Repeating them like waves whose joy may reach
And soak the toes of walkers on the sand.
Then when my time is done and I head in
And when fresh water smooths this sandy beach
May love songs still enchant this fairy land.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Bjorn is hosting with the sonnet form. This sonnet has a rhyme scheme abbaabba cdecde. It is associated with sonnets written by Petrarch.

I love the twist in perspective, from a wistful heart to gratitude.
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I am glad you noticed that twist. I was hoping the sonnet would emphasize that. Thank you, Mish!
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so beautiful
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Thank you!
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you are welcome!
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I love the feeling I get when I read this Frank. I love the ocean and the beach and I felt the sand between my toes and smell of salt in the air 🙂
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I just felt those toes get covered with sand today. Thank you, Christine!
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An interesting contemplation of life and death. When all fades to sand the songs go on… very nice Frank!
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They go on. Thank you, Dwight!
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This was a pleasure Frank. Yes, what is it we all seem to seek at times, that leaves us sometimes out of step…
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Thank you, Rob!
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I love the volta from lethargy to grace.. the meter is flawless as I would expect from you.
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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You have done a wonderful job with this sonnet, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Beautiful sonnet Frank.
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Thank you, Linda!
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love how your questions are answered after the contemplation of the beauty that still remains even after we are gone, very melodic sonnet Frank
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Thank you, Gina!
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I read the sonnet a few times trying to familiarize myself with the meter, which I thought didn’t closely follow the da-dum da-dum of iambic pentameter? Learning here so …
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The first line of my poem did not have a clear iambic pentameter metrical sound. It sort of depends on how you say the words. I left it that way to let the reader in expecting a more prosaic sound and then shifted to a stronger iambic meter as the poem progressed. Thank you, Petru!
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Thank you too.
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Which shift then draws the reader more subtlety but firmly into those sands of thanksgiving
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This is lovely. I love that moment when breath blows past the bolted door. And, especially, your closing lines.
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Thank you!
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I liked the breath blowing past the bolted doors too, it gives a sense of the release that comes from breathing in life, the doors that open. Anciently breath is associated with the movement of the divine spirit, there is a little pentecost occurring here. Thank you Frank.
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Yes, I like your interpretation. Thank you, Lona!
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This piece is lovely. The volta sings and should I say, ends on a high note. 🙂
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Thank you, Imelda!
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“When every breath blows past a bolted door” Love this line.
I am right there with you, in this scene. Your imagery is wonderful…with clouds watching.
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Thank you, Lillian!
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LOL, took a minute fruitlessly looking for a standing pelican in your pic.
An idealistic nice poem, but the bolted door threw me.
The personal death volta ended in almost sugary sweet.
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Thank you, Sabio!
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SMiLes Frank iNDeed The Globe Overall
is Starving For More Love Songs Both Deep
And Romantically iNvolved for Love For all
And by
God Yes
Silly Love
Songs True too
mY friEnd the Job
of Love is Never Fully
Written or Said For
What is Beyond
iNFiNiTY
EterNaLLy
NoW Ever More
CoLoRS FLaVoRS oF LoVE..:)
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Love songs are all that matter. Thank you, Fred!
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So
Agree
Dancing
This Way too..:)
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Frank, this was wonderful to read. I loved the ending line.
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So glad to see an Italian sonnet! Those two questions are the essential piece and I like where your placed them. Well crafted, Frank.
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you, Jilly!
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I like the sense of peace and gratitude, and the idea that it will all continue.
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Thank you, Merril!
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Lovely, Frank!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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Great post, Frank
I’ve been looking for more sites on here that appreciate poetic forms such as sonnets and talk about things such as rhyming patterns.
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I mostly rhyme when I write verse. Thank you, Joey!
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