Terza Rima Sonnet
by Thomas Davis
As dip-si-doodled as a particle
Inside the zipping universal whiz,
I stretched into a rusty horse and peered
At cultured woods that felt the guttural,
Mute roaring of a monster’s metal fizz
That jawed into a garden’s winsome weird.
Then, as an old farm’s walls grew images,
And glass shapes whirled with colored curves of light,
I felt creation’s fires congeal and mold
Into a spirit drawn from circuses
Born from the striving of an artist’s flight
Through zoos of sight, sound, thoughts, the manifold
Of what could be if chaos suddenly
Became a rusty horse whose eyes can see.
3 responses to “In Edgewood’s Orchard”
Tom, I love this! And those last two lines made me smile.
Ahh, a good comment from one of my favorite poets.
That curiously personalised yet universal process of creation neatly described.. Also some interesting word choices here.