Geometry of beauty and fine words
A thick and artful texture of letters
Not free but bound in all too strong fetters
Where concepts follow hard but not stiff laws
All verses march to war of soaring thoughts
Against the ugly world of some humans
Who turn their petty instincts to new ones
Their struggle being turned into low plots.
But beauty shines like Sun in a dark moor
Where many weeds and foul plants all grow there
Just waiting light to come through the thick air
And give them life like medicine does cure
Poetry saves the world from chaos unseen
Among the arts a majesty, a true queen.
Akira G. Sternberg
Sonnet in varied iambic pentameter.
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Photo by Jake Givens, texture by Scott Webb on Unsplash.