Revelations, a sonnet

 

3 crows

Revelations, a sonnet

Slowly most arrive, others not quite so,

rarely seen, that sudden flash of light;

more often our knowing takes time to grow

before the curtain parts, before dark nights

become then clear as brightest of all days.

Sailing by, walking on, dancing through,

chosen from various offered ways,

never to return, nothing there to rue.

Clearer vision then leads to clearer choice,

moments of insight, filled with wonder

can be heralded by a simple voice.

Seldom darkest clouds are rent asunder.

Oftentimes I heard simple sweet bird song

that at evening sings alone and strong.

Author: connellykevin

Writer, poet and photographer. Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco. Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both. "I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so" WB YEATS Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you.

8 thoughts on “Revelations, a sonnet”

  1. This gentle and subtle poem builds it’s vision beautifully, seeps into the mind’s eye and is absorbed there….’our knowing takes time to grow’ – yes it does, and this poem imparts your knowing to us Kevin. Thank you.

  2. Lovely. I’d like to hear your speak this aloud. Maybe think of doing one of your recordings?.
    Seldom darkest clouds are rent asunder – Wow.
    Thanks, Kevin.

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