Meantime, our own local poetry group, Circle Way Poets, has had it's own challenge issued: to write a sonnet before our next meeting, on Sunday, September 25. I didn't even know what a sonnet was, so I've been doing my homework! Thank goodness for Google!
This is my sonnet, which I submitted to the Poetry Party (including the photo that Christine offered as prompt), as well as a poem I wrote in 2006, about "coming home".
The Return
In order to come home,
one simply has to leave,
but first a faint and distant gnome
penetrates space and time to serve its cleave.
Distant shores spread before me now,
and open mouth speaks out its vow.
What lies before me is only a guess,
but ‘tis my duty to acquiesce.
How long, how far a journey must one make
to stranger places still unknown
before the heart begins to ache,
before its center starts to groan.
Circling back and returning once more
finding home is my own back door.
From 2006:
“Concentric Circles”
… spoken long ago in yesterday,
between sleeping and waking,
heard again today as if brand new.
Words held out and continually repeated
as Invitation, the call to Mystery.
“Leave your comfort zone,
the safety of this place.
Move to
the next space,
the far distant shore,
the new horizon.”
Each movement
plunges me deeper into Mystery,
yet, always seems to bring me Home.
Why don't you write your "going home" poem and submit it.
