Monday, 8 February 2010

Voyage of Discovery by Penny Smith

Another box ; a dusty treasure trove
of keepsakes hoarded over many years:
a trinket: letter: token of old love
forgotten, washed away by gentle tears:

a photograph from childhood, long ago,
where memory's encapsulated shades
of black and white, now faded, serve to show
in frozen movement, little escapades

among imagined fantasies galore.
Oh, then, we could be masters of our fate,
before we knew what life may hold in store,
before we realised it's soon too late

to captain yet another ship, to sail
where calmer waters hopefully prevail.


Penny Smith, Havant, UK

6 comments:

Poetikat said...

Lovely sonnet. I especially like the final couplet.

Kat

Tenebria said...

It's wonderful, so pretty and bittersweet. Regretful and yet not. I shall be thinking about it all day!

Rinkly Rimes said...

I came here via Penny Smith but I'll certainly be back. There are some lovely pieces on your blog.

Derrick said...

Beautiful sonnet, Penny!

Karen said...

This is beautifully done!

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