If Nature is the Model, what is Purpose then?
To Mirror it as children do, much like the sea?
To Worship it, exalting all the lofty trees?
To Dwell in it, and spread its surface with our men?
If Nature is the Model, find it here again:
Suspended in a faucet, rivers run for me.
Suspended in a window, lights are suns let free.
Suspended in a box, the air is trapped within.
So shall the Purpose be to copy all its grace?
Or mutiny, rebelling from its youthful face?
Perhaps the Purpose shall be both, or else we lie.
Reflection finds its way into our lives with ease,
but variation finds its way to be appeased,
and so we run around, spin mad, or else comply.
I love this sonnet Mike, it made me think a lot about nature and why I am never impressed by it's beauty... Kind of makes me a bad person I guess, but imperfect human attempts to recreate nature are always the most moving for me. Maybe thats not what you were going for, but thats not what matters, your sonnets have captivated my mind once more... and they arent even suicidal! :P
ReplyDeleteYay! :) That made my day.
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