"The Garden of Armida" by Edouard Müller‘My Garden’ and Other Sonnets by Adam Sedia The Society June 1, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 10 Comments My Garden Lush, fresh-pruned verdure shades the cobbled path, It bursts with rich-hued blossoms strewn about Whence sweet aromas waft, blend, and enswathe, And droops with luscious, nectar-swollen fruit. But leaves spread greedily to hoard the light; And tendrils curl to choke a rival stem. And upstarts rise amid the blooms to fight, Usurp their place, and wrest the life from them. I am the gardener. This plot is mine. My spade and hoe, my trowel and my shears Uproot the weeds, prune back the errant vine From fragile blooms and infant green fruit-spheres. Without my steel-bladed autocracy The fair and fruitful die in anarchy. The Ocean Sea The waters that gleam turquoise here for miles And shimmer with the tropics’ blazing rays, That lap the white-sand shores of verdant isles As gently as the salty sea-breeze plays, Are those that swell to lofty, frothing heights Where screaming gales perturb the freezing brine, And course beneath titanic sheets of ice, And crush abyssal depths where no rays shine. If they so fiercely rage a world away, Cannot this blue serenity yield fast To what their fleeting fancy flings its way – A rushing tide, a roaring cyclone blast? This peace lies at their mercy totally, For they are but a single ocean sea. The Setting and the Rising The lazy, golden disc that dimly glows With gentle light and ponderously hangs Amid a sky of crimson, mauve, and rose, Descending calmly to the western flanks, This very moment is to distant eyes The youthful morning blaze, blindingly bright, Ascending high and filling turquoise skies With radiant streams of white-hot, diamond light. The once-almighty light that ruled the day, Now dwindles and flies steadily away To leave our heavens cold and tenebrous. What eyes awaken in what distant place To greet the dying remnant’s other face, Beholding it as once it shone to us? Iuppiter Lassus O heavy clouds, I know what once you were: A mighty thunderhead, a razing storm. But now you droop, and only half-obscure The evening sun behind a fading form. Your midnight depths have fragmented and thinned. Your snaking, white-hot bolts no longer flash. You loose no quenching torrents, no shrill wind, No rumbling roar, no heaven-rending crash. O Father Jove! O lightning-wielding king! How awesomely you raged! But now your might Is spent, and you can only scowl and loom. But I know that the western winds shall bring Another cloud, a stronger storm, to smite, To sow this wretched land, this fallow womb. Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, where he practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. His poems have appeared in Indiana Voice Journal and Tulip Tree Review. He has also had short stories and works of legal scholarship published in various journals. He also composes music, which may be heard on his YouTube channel. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 10 Responses Amy Foreman June 1, 2018 Adam, these are lovely, melodic sonnets, rich and lush in their natural imagery . . . but with occasional glimpses into the metaphysical world beyond. You have skillfully employed eighteenth century Romanticism in the twenty-first century. Well done! Reply Adam Sedia June 4, 2018 Thank you! I am honored to receive such a compliment from such a talented poet. Reply E. V. June 1, 2018 This was a good morning for the SCP’s. Readers are not only able to enjoy the beautiful, vivid verse of Adam Sedia, but also enjoy the positivity of a premiere poet giving a complimentary comment to another writer. Reply James A. Tweedie June 1, 2018 Adam, In each poem you managed to tell a story, introduce a spiritual/philosophical idea, offer vivid imagery set in an every-day-universal context readily accessible to nearly every person on the planet, and fit it all nicely within the formal constraints of a sonnet. That’s a lot to squeeze into such small packages! Well done. I particularly enjoyed the final lines of The Setting and the Rising: What eyes awaken in what distant place To greet the dying remnant’s other face, Beholding it as once it shone to us? Lovely. Reply David Paul Behrens June 1, 2018 Beautifully artistic and colorful, to say the least. Reply C.B. Anderson June 1, 2018 Adam, It’s too bad you must spend your days litigating. Your sonnets are lawful and orderly, to say the least, and you are well qualified to be one of society’s unofficial legislators. But, do you truly garden as well? You seem to understand the tension between the exuberant garden and the controlling hand. God knows, these days keeping my own garden in check has become a nightmare. Reply Adam Sedia June 4, 2018 Thank you! Litigating puts food on the table, and it is enjoyable in its own way. In some ways it is not very different from poetry. I do just enough gardening to know how hard it is. Reply David Watt June 1, 2018 Adam, your sonnets resonate with consistently vivid imagery and portray aspects of nature in a way befitting poets of the Romantic period. Reply David Hollywood June 2, 2018 Marvelous pictorial poetry. Reply Leo Yankevich June 3, 2018 I enjoyed these, Adam. Good work! Reply Leave a Reply to Amy Foreman Cancel ReplyYour 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.