I started out to write a Shakespearean sonnet but I got sidetracked ... I believe I shall call this NEW FORM an Ackermanian Sonnet.
walk on we must, through painful, lonely nights,
candles melting, drop by drop upon the floor,
as step by step, we make our way through wispy lights,
searching, searching, always searching for that something more,
that haunting, chilling mist that drifts in from unknown realms of time,
upon the silent shore, the fearful, fitful frayed frontier,
here as frosted winds blow in from failure's wintry clime,
still I walk on, in search of summer warmth, though still so far from here.
the miles, the days, the sands that fall, become but traces of my life,
coming, going, one by one, in the ebb and flow of joy, despair,
through trial and glory, rain and fire, sweet victory and strife,
I make my way to that great somewhere, where angels dare,
to romp in barley fields of honey-gold,
to be forever young and old, forever young and old.
Last edited by OldManRivers
on Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:15 am, edited 1 time in total.
May God's gentle grace be with you.