Sunday, June 30, 2013


        Implicitly the Cosmos has design,
        Just as I hold the pattern in my mind
        Of how this sonnet’s feet and rhymes align
        With where some latent motive is inclined.

        One cannot see the sonnet’s form until
        It’s filled with what at last grows manifest,
        Expressing clearly its inherent will
        Confined till then within its covert chest.

        In fact just as this poem’s lines emerge,
        The universe at large evolves in time
        When motive, mass and energy converge
        As readily as reason does with rhyme.

            Consider then the universe as verse
            Writ large; or this the universe, but terse.