‘A Sonnet for a Creative Child’ by Mike Scheidemann of Israel The Society December 23, 2012 Poetry 1 Comment The plaintive wail of a child through the night Is a beastly howl, proclaiming its plight. The song of the wind through fractured grasses Echoes my tread on edge of disasters. This may be one fine way of singing it Life, death, love is the blood of the poet. We make beauty beside a dark abyss. We make something new from a light caress. Then we eagerly grasp tithes of the field Residues of life; weapons that we wield Against unreal distortions of the world, Things that won’t leave humanity unfurled. May I remain the way I was always, A boy alone, left to his dreamy days. Mike Scheidemann: Former President: Voices-The Israel English Poetry Association. (17 years) http://www.voicesisrael.com/ Senior Coordinator: The World Congress of Poets; Haifa, Israel (1992), sponsored by The World Academy of Arts & Culture & UNESCO. I have published four anthologies of poetry. I live on Kibbutz Yizre’el and I have devoted my life to Socialism & literature. This poem is among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. Related Post ‘Letter to England: For Tommy Robinson’ by Josep... I. But yesterday, your noble fathers bled Upon the fields of France, where countless dead Had found among the vines their final rest, To gild with... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response hermes imitation March 15, 2013 suede tote styled with buckles. This bag is going to get you through the season looking really chic and effortless. The bag is featured with gunmetal hardware, wrap hermes imitation http://fakehermesbags.blogspot.com/ Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.