My cross copes and sleight of mind. (Sonnet)
Perhaps to peer into another’s mind,
Self-honesty’s the hand that holds the lens.
Disclosure of whatever you may find
Though ammunition for both foes and friends
To strive for true impartiality
and open buds of truth by candid word,
or languish in forlorn banality?
Content to squint, the focus lost or blurred.
Admit your imperfections with a smile
That recognition opens up the gate
which lets you walk as 'others' for a while,
avoiding what you once had thought, your fate.
The door of our transgressions propped ajar...
Do imperfections make us who we are?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound introspection Danny... and neatly constructed sonnet too! Found my way here by accident... was looking for one of my own, entitled " sleight of mind" and there you were, having crafted the phrase long before I did... Hope you're still building with words, sir..