Alas
Published on February 13, 2023
Alas
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #40
Pensive Poet — Lexica.art
O to be mutely supplicant like a tree
Heeding stray benevolence of the sky,
To be cast in soil and mire disdainfully
Yet labour out bark and leaf for an uncaring eye.
O to stoop to every breeze and gust
And cower in all limbs perpetually,
To rear a hundred leaves bound to dust
And pay ransom in shade to a solar tyranny.
O the fealty observed in flower and fruit
To the bright hegemon lording the hours;
O to be supplicant sans a rebelling word
From seed to stump to annulling fires.
But alas, am sown with rebellions unlike the tree,
What Thou hast sowed must be reaped by Thee.