Word Sonnets

by Seymour Mayne

 

Sandy Hill’s Rabbits

They
hop
heedless
of
danger;
snow
is
their
meadow,
eyes
blink
with
wary
caution

 

August Orbit

The
vast
armies
of
the
dead
flicker
above
their
stones
on
flaring
lunar
nights.

 

Value Added

It’s
not
a
sin
to
spin
words
in
a
poem,
applying
valued
added
syntax.

 

Hands

Whose
hands
held
plank
and
saw,
nail
and
hammer
that
shaped
these
sheltering
walls?

 

Posterity

Who
are
you,
with
insouciant
eyes
glancing
over
our
digital
messages
to
the
future?

 

Cache
For Peter Humphreys

How
many
smiles
do
I
have
left
or
are
they
numberless
like
Abraham’s
seed?

 

Can’t Say No
For David Mibashan

When
the
call
comes,
there
is
no
voice
mail
to
deflect
the
imperious
summons.

 

Winter Solstice

It’s
the
end
but
also
the
beginning;
light
starts
to
rise
reaching
towards
summer.