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Saturday, November 15, 2008

Sonnet CCCXX

Upon a glassy sea of sapphire,
two equal winds suspend our men.
What good is mutinous desire
when forces such as these attend?

The southern wind propels us northward;
the northern wind impels us southward.
Their equal strengths thus cancel out,
and hence we move not north nor south.

Our hopeless map is weak and futile –
our whims are simply whims, at most.
We have no say in where we go –
we’re at the mercy of such reptiles.

How cruelly vacant Titans play,
whose empty sighs control our fates!


  1. Dear Mike,

    This is a fine sonnet. Just description to
    place the reader's mind upon the glassy sea.
    I would find this in some seafarer's journal.

  2. Thank you, Marie. I wrote this sonnet as more of a comment upon how external forces such as society shape our lives without our control, but I love to hear what other people take away from what I write!


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!