A Sonnet for the Fool
April 22, 2011 § Leave a comment
This card and its description remind me of a poem (a sonnet in iambic pentameter) that I wrote way back in my senior year of high school:
I stand upon the rough edge of the peak,
The rock cuts into my bare feet, fragile.
Above, through lowly clouds, I wish to seek
A thing that, when I see, will make me smile.
The ocean roars, and now my trembling knees
Do threaten to undo themselves, and I
Will fall into the merciless, foul seas,
And that much further I’ll be from the sky.
But what will happen when I leap in faith?
Will wings of angels catch me ere I fall,
Or will the chains of earth be as a wraith
And curse me to a never-ending brawl?
I can’t resist the urge to leap, to try,
So powerfully I hear the call to fly.