The sonnet sequence, "My Human Disguise," of 600 ekphrastic poems, was begun February 2011 and completed January 15, 2022. It can be found beginning with the January 20, 2022 post and working backwards. Going forward are 20 poems called "Terzata," beginning on January 27, 2022. Thirty more Terzata can be found among the links on the right. A new series of dramatic monologues follows on the blog roll, followed by a series of formal poems, each based on a single word.
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Thursday, September 8, 2016
Stonehenge, Sonnet #314
Perhaps they never finished it. The stones wouldn't stay put or fit. The builders grew weary and quit. Their act of faith was a battle With a terrible mystery, The unseen evil, gravity. The lifting high of each lintel, Unsure of a secure seating, Might have seemed a self-defeating Act, simply in the repeating. When we exhausted stone-layers Fail, do we resort to prayer, Or abject, wild ululation In praise of our liberation.
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