Peter - Sonnet Version
Inspired by the new pope. Here is my short poem “Peter” done in a Shakespearean sonnet style. I’m still working on it, but wanted to show the process
Peter
I am the thrice denier of the dawn,
In night’s dark grip, false vows became my chain.
Morn’s trumpet sang my faith was all withdrawn,
My rock did crack, with charcoal’s burning pain.
No sword could fend the gaze of love divine,
Lost on the sea, no dove returned to me.
My heart, once bold, now drowned in shame’s design,
Yet yearns to walk the waves, his will to see.
Though crumbling, I would reach his saving hand,
By dawn’s soft light, through embers’ glow I’m led.
Rocks cry aloud when crowds in silence stand,
Night’s vows, now broken, fade where mercy’s spread.
His voice restores: “Feed my sheep,” he decrees,
A rock rebuilt to bear his holy keys.