Sonnet: My Poetry Today

Each poem that I write, gives me new hope;
Each sonnet I compose- fresh lease of life;
With Poesy’s wings, problems I can cope;
My heavy heart’s relieved; so is my strife.

My every line of verse gives me great joy;
My every theme new/old, has truths to tell;
New genres/techniques, I wish to employ;
With peace renewed, my heart and mind are well.

Sometimes, I feel I tell the same old things!
But it is not so: I tell in different ways;
In words of melody great, my heart sings;
And thus, I forget my unpleasant days.

Despite my grief, my face keeps wearing smiles;
In Poesy’s domain, I’ve traveled miles.

9-20-2002

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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