Derrick Hubert Schnabel

Rookie (16th March,1949 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Harvest - Poem by Derrick Hubert Schnabel

sonnet #1

On being diagnosed with Terminal Cancer

his mirror image cracked and flawed
reflects the years the days and hours
lost to time – not solomon’s flowers
these unpolished unloved are stored
the vase itself misshapen unfinished
seeks absolution understanding insight
finds sickle cloak and mask of moonlight
inescapable abhorred unwanted
finds too a gentle rock of ages
both wolf and lamb a gauntlet laid
his burden examined judgment delayed
his harvest can now collect its wages
his autumn a second spring of power
where every leaf can become a flower

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 24, 2011

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