Sunday, November 5, 2017

Flight of the Petrarch

No immortal hand—mind’s eye created--
This wild unaeried creature on the fly.
Mind-forg’d it rose--self-emancipated--
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi to the sky.

It might be likened to an eruption--
Or tocsin's raucous bellowing ringing sound--
Then the apoplectic cry, "Corruption!"
As its tortured quatrains are turned around.

Beginnings haven't certain ends in sight--
One smooth passage can't promise another--
Yet behold the Petrarch on its first flight--
Rising freely from its earthbound mother.

Reimagine the Phoenix, the Pegasus--
Imagine then a newborn world for us.










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