Sonnet of Filling My Eyes With Goodness

Today’s Sunday Sonnet takes me to a moment in time when I lived in England. Again, I hope you find it one of the best contemporary, original sonnets out there.

MEMORIES OF ENGLAND SNEAK THROUGH THE WAVES,
RIDING THOUSANDS OF MILES ON ROUGH SEAS.
THE BEGINNINGS OF A QUIET LIFE FREES
THE MIND TO CARRY WHAT IS IN THE GRAVE.

TO REMEMBER THE SACRIFICES MADE.
THE WIND CHILLS; THE SUN TRIES TO HELP ME BREATHE.
SOMETIMES IT IS DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE
ALL THE  DIFFERENT GIFTS I HAD TO TRADE.

NOW I SIT IN VILLAGES STREAMING WHITE.
MY SPANISH SKIN ABSORBING BACK AND FORTH
THE SPANISH SUN TRYING TO MAKE IT WARM.
AMIDST THE MOORISH TERRACES SO WIDE.

SOMETIMES IT DOES MOVE MY SPIRIT TO SEE
THE WIND COME RUSHING OVER THIS VALLEY.

written by jori sams

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