Now, Always -Sonnet

If ye beseech the quest for time to come
before the last of all ye days are waste,
then what of snow that drips on birthing plumb -
will it not freeze the coming child’s face?

A falling man can never right his feet
when prints are come before the shadow falls,
before him lay the bleeding hearts on street,
behind him ghosts are pleading, “Hear my call!”

If ye can hear the wind within the trees,
and taste a berry with a childlike tongue;
if ye can feel a lover’s silent pleas,
and see thy breath exhaled from winter’s lungs

then ye have seen the heart of time undone –
a zenith on the mountain of the sun.

© Kristin Reynolds 2009

  • Lisa  Jewell

    Lisa Jewell

    thou words
    ebb beautifully from thee.

    x

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Hey there, Lisa. :)
    So nice to find you here. Thank you, and especially for replying so. I just love the old speech; it’s so much more romantic than, “Hey, wazzup? cool poem!” lol
    anyway, thank you. xo :)

  • erich biemer

    erich biemer

    Yay…..got excited the minute i saw you posted another sonnet…..now we both share a love of traditional forms but your sonnets feel so right to me…....

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Cool. :) I’m glad you like them, i have quite a few. I really enjoy writing them, as they just seem to come out this way; from the syl count to thr rhyme, it just IS already….it’s just a matter of timeing and when the right time is IT wishes to be caught from the ether and written. anyway, sorry! lol yes, i love sonnets. I love forms in general, my fave is the sonnet, italian sonnet and Rondeau.
    thank you. :)

  • lianne

    lianne

    Such a rare treat – anyone these days who can write a traditional sonnet with the flavor of the Bard himself. Just shows what a talent you are. This is truly lovely Kristin!

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    thank you, Lianne. :) takes one to know one, lady. xo

  • jim marshal

    jim marshal

    Kristin, this is PERFECT!! I journeyed with you, you’re an ancient. (thats a compliment ;)

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Hey, Koala. :)
    Thank you for saying so…and yes. ha! In this context, I certainly do take being ancient as a compliment. ;)
    damn it…I’ll never live that down. lol

  • hsien-ku

    hsien-ku

    Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand. And Eternity in an hour
    a marvelous sonnet – and a marvelouser intent. your first stanza spoke volumes to me. i struggle with that often (and my future child’s face freezes). the falling man was crucified upsidedown, the falling alone may be enough to right him – but he will not let go. “a zenith on the mountain of the sun” is a masterful, resonant line – perfect!

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    wow, you have tought me something new. I did not know marvelouser was a word. lol cool.
    I’m so glad you liked it; in the falling down, if the fall pries the eyes open, and one can see the feet in the sky…is certainly a leg up (so to speak!) towards his or her “righting”. the fall can be a huge advantage.
    thank you, Hsien for gracing this poem with you. :)

  • Skypilot

    Skypilot

    I feel a magnificent representation of the questions evoked at ones attempt to simply be.

    Read as though I had retrived a magnificent, worn, leatherbound, volume of verse from its long forgotten hiding place, brushed the dust from its cover, opened to a random page and realized the true treasure of what I have found.
    Both lovely and powerful, a rare combination.
    But what else could come from your pen?

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    yes indeedy! if anyone could see that, it would be you.
    I appriciate that compliment. there would be no greater gift on this earth in regards to me and things done while here, than to have my best words in a leatherbound book that oneday my great great grandchildren can pick up, dust off, and say “Look!”
    thank you, B. :) xo

  • JRGarland

    JRGarland

    You’ve been rubbing elbows with Shakespeare. Beautifully done.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    I wish! He would definately be one of the 3, that if I could choose 3 dinner guests from past or present, that I would bring…he is my poetic and philosophical idol.
    thank you for even writing of us in the same sentance.xoxo

  • Vasile Stan

    Vasile Stan

    Kristin, what an old soul you’re my friend… I do love sonnets too, Vivaldi’s concertos in words, yet, metrics aside, I’m always fascinated by the melodious filosofia of your poems.
    ...not to emntion that my jaw dropped when I read:
    If ye can hear the wind within the trees
    ...
    then ye have seen the heart of time undone
    ..
    Today at lunch time, I went to a park nearby where I work and was writing some notes for myself exactly on this very subject (but not as “if ye can hear”, because I was the subject of the “hearing” of the wind), and extrapolated it to the immemorial times of my lives hearing the sound… and although the whole thing started with a “contemplation” of the cloudy sky, and drifted into others, I chose to focus on the wind as I wrote…
    Remarkably strange… but strange we all are some times, many times, all the times.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Why thank you, V. :) I take that as a huge compliment.
    and melodious filosofia my word, that’s beautiuflly put…that needs to be the title of a poem. love it.

    There are no accidents. There is alot of transferance; synchronicity, and same-level-heartvibe that goes on here (pardon my horrible spelling, I spell like a donkey!) at the bubble…I’m glad I cought your today moment, a few months ago when I wrote this, and posted it on the day it happened.
    time is a wonderful gift, always skipping around, and staying very still. what a perfect comment you made, about your experience, as on a poem about time! perfect. :) xoxo

    as ole Jim morrison sang, people are strange, when you’re a stranger…indeed. :)

  • Mark Ramstead

    Mark Ramstead

    A man at my age googling sonnet… You have taught me something… : )

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    ha! glad I could be of service, Mark. :) thank you! xo

  • Gregory John O'Flaherty

    Gregory John O...

    Sonnets get me too !!! Nice one

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thanks, Gregory. yes, they do it for me, totally. xo

  • autumnwind

    autumnwind

    lovely and so rich. you are full of wonders, but this I know. xoxoxo

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Awww,. thank you dear, woman! xoxox mwah!

  • Christie  Moses

    Christie Moses

    Absolutely fantastic K. That ending line is just genius. When it comes to sonnets I bow to thee :) Love you xoxox

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thanks you dear, C. that means alot to me, sweetness. xo

  • Andrew Bailey

    Andrew Bailey

    Thy worke bestrides we paltry morsels. ..
    Oh dear, yes. Good stuff K. Good stuff. Can you define the difference between Petrachian and Shakespearean sonne
    ts

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    :) thank you so much, Andrew.
    Yes, I can. the italian sonnet is: ABBAABBA…CDECDE or ABBACDDC…EFGEFG or ABBACDDC…EFEFEF

    and the shakespearean sonnet is: ABABCDCDEFEF…GG
    hope that ehlps. :)

    they both have 10 syl lines each, too. :)

  • Cassidy JK (Ra Or Emraeh)

    Cassidy JK (Ra...

    Brilliant in form and content. You amaze me!

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thank you, dear one. The feeling is mutual. :) I’ll get to that bmail asap. xoxo

  • veritasunsaid

    veritasunsaid

    my my, flexing your lingual muscles?
    loved every single second, you are a gem K
    xx

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    yup..that’s me, always flexing my mind-fingers. :) lol
    Thank you, V, as are you, my friend. xo

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