We hope we built it on the solid stone. Earth that would get dizzy makes things wave. We used what we were given, staying brave, Though walls might fall and we’re left all alone. We did avoid the sandy, shifting shore Licentiousness had offered in its hand. We chose perhaps unjustly the well-planned When legalism offered frowning chores. Looking high we see dark skies above. The morning brings us color from the sun. We built our best, remained in spite of doubt Talking from our hearts to only one, Walking on the waters of his love, Confidently breathing in and out.
Linked to dVerse Open Link Night where Kim, Writing in North Norfolk, is hosting.
I started focusing on poems with fourteen lines. Here is an attempt at a Petrarchan sonnet.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 