Where Does the Sky Begin?

Photo: Murashkame

Where does the sky begin?
Empiricists say, “Right under your feet.”
For additional answers, look within.

Ask a child and you’re in for grin.
With that kind of logic, you can’t compete.
Where does the sky begin?

Or is it sky, anything that’s not skin —
invisible source of rain, snow, and sleet.
For additional answers, look within.

Science sends my mind to a tailspin.
Poetry moves the chaff from the wheat.
Where does the sky begin?

Me? I’d rather read the notes in the margins
than believe everything on the bubble sheet.
For additional answers, look within.

Come sit and ponder, before we turn in.
This time by the fire cannot be beat.
Where does the sky begin?
For additional answers, look within.

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Written in the Focus on Forms group during Week 3: The Villanelle. 

Sonnet #3: In Dark’ning Times

Photo: Максим Степаненко

We all know writing sonnets doesn’t pay
the bills for cable, food, health care, and heat.
A waste of time best spent another way,
for fools who feed on meter just as meat.
But soothing is the rhythm to my ear;
when all around the world has lost its way.
Would that a rhyme could take away the fear
of those whose rights are swiftly swept away.
There is no justifying this old art,
except to say it keeps the body calm
when hell has broken loose upon our hearts
by those who disregard shalom, salaam.
Whatever aids you in these dark’ning times
go deeper in and tell us what you find.

Written in the Focus on Forms group during our week of exploring the Shakespearean Sonnet.