Thursday, April 14, 2011

Day 14

What can be gained from quietude?
Lips and eyes closed to the world
No sound but the rush and pulse of a heart
The steady draw of respiration, observed
As body stops, mind spins into action
Filling the nascent gaps with images and words
Pregnant scenes from a life long-forgotten
Refusing to part from its solemnly sworn duty
To process, process, process it all
And manufacture sense into meaning
A task that's designed to get in our way
For meaning is styrofoam obscuring the prize:
A nugget of unshakable truth buried deep down
Beneath the thick, fluffy layers of everything we tell ourselves.

Today’s prompt honors the sonnet – that hoary 14-lined favorite of English verse. So your challenge is to write a sonnet.