Fathers & Sons

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Fathers & Sons

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #18

Oh, why art Thou unfamiliarly profound and intimately strange
Like some daily sun propped on the walls of inscrutable ether,
Always radiant, always baffling with Thy unparsable visage
Like an occult sea, waveless, stirless with nary a quiver?!

Dost Thou not behold me and appalled wonder
How Thy marless will could ever such a deviant produce,
Dost Thou not care for this young world’s future
Leaving this rogue wolf amidst Thy hapless sheeps?

Oh, I have curbed for Thee instinct and impulse 
And turned a besotted animal staring at the azure,
I wander thought’s lonely hills and the valley of feelings
Like a soul-wolf pining for Thy full moon afar.

Shed Thy strangeness and I shall shed all ambivalence,
Let’s not transgress the pact twixt fathers and sons!