Paradise: A Sonnet Poem by Max Reif

Paradise: A Sonnet

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I've visited a paradise or two,
or made them, with a few brave, kindred souls.
But something always seemed to go askew;
each house of Vision's brick was pocked with holes.

I could not make the walls so dense to keep
impermanence or discontent away.
The only seeds I had, and sowed, would reap
a mixed and blemished crop that did not pay,

and finally, I fled each paradise,
though others' lives went on and maybe some
have truly found a Temple of the Wise,
with wisdom that has not yet to me come.

My own dreams yielded to some trickster's play.
Perhaps, when dreams have all been ripped away...

Gina Onyemaechi 03 April 2006

Can't believe you when you say that rhyme isn't really your scene: this is a gorgeous piece of writing! As well as the rhyme, there's the language, the rhythm, and the deep, probing message about growing and learning. Lovely writing, Maxy.

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Annette Lohan 03 February 2006

A beautifully crafted sonnet.

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Raynette Eitel 29 January 2006

Your skill with this sonnet is impressive, Max. Let's have more of these. The idea expressed within this poem are sound and universal. Thanks for sharing it. Raynette

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Ernestine Northover 29 January 2006

What a beautiful write Max, a lovely poem that flowed so well and made a lovely read. Love Ernestine XXX

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Amanda Lukas 29 January 2006

This poem caught my interest. I suppose we've all been to 'a paradise or two' and those who manage to stay there forever are the lucky ones. Me? I simply dream about it.

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