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every common man
a sonnet
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for crumbs and dregs.
when winds of fate are, by Miss Fortune, spread
upon the path where hope has made my bed,
shall i a footpath of his little make,
who suffers more and feels a deeper ache?
the capital of every common man
is fending for his brother while he can.
© Copyright 2024 February 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the
abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide
enough for those who have too little.”—Franklin D. Roosevelt
i envy not the poor man in his crypt,
nor crave red wine the opulent have sipped.
though crawl i not, like some do, in the dust,
my liberty no passport so unjust
to render them the lowest of the low.
when winds of fortune on some orchards blow,
their harvests mock the destitute who begs,
outside tight iron gates, for crumbs and dregs.
when winds of fate are, by Miss Fortune, spread
upon the path where hope has made my bed,
shall i a footpath of his little make,
who suffers more and feels a deeper ache?
the capital of every common man
is fending for his brother while he can.
© Copyright 2024 February 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 15th Feb 2024
| Edited 16th Feb 2024
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15th Feb 2024 3:12pm
Perfect rhyme creating a flowless rhythm all done without losing the theme. I give this five stars! I am a great admirer of hands that can successfully build a sonnet, I doubt if ever written one~
And who is blessed more than the quenching palm! You have struck the strings of Jeffrey Osborne's song "if my brother's in trouble".
And now my teacher, what's happening with the "i"- is it employed uncapitalized for modesty?/ to level/= both the giver and the receiver?
Another question which I'm sure is rhetoric, are you familiar with the concept/curse of "black tax"?
And who is blessed more than the quenching palm! You have struck the strings of Jeffrey Osborne's song "if my brother's in trouble".
And now my teacher, what's happening with the "i"- is it employed uncapitalized for modesty?/ to level/= both the giver and the receiver?
Another question which I'm sure is rhetoric, are you familiar with the concept/curse of "black tax"?
This is a lovely tribute from you, peninnah. Thank you for extending yourself in such a detailed reaction. I really revere sonnets as beautiful appointments, which are intended to set up conflict in the 1st 12 lines and resolve it in the last two. You ought to give it a try!
"If my brother's in trouble..." That ought to be the compassionate thought on the mind of everyman. For, "He ain't heavy: he's my brother."
The i does not stand alone.. My poems are almost exclusively written in lowercase letters. That has been my poetic license and style for many years.
Yours sincerely
cab
"If my brother's in trouble..." That ought to be the compassionate thought on the mind of everyman. For, "He ain't heavy: he's my brother."
The i does not stand alone.. My poems are almost exclusively written in lowercase letters. That has been my poetic license and style for many years.
Yours sincerely
cab
