Wednesday, June 30, 2010


Continuing my week of depressing and moody sonnets (don't ask!)...

by Gideon Burton

As heaven’s rivers overflow, cascade
In shearing cloudbursts gray as coal and cold
As wet and naked skin by wind betrayed,
A tumult of the elements grows bold
As timid earth its muddy meadows shrugs,
Then coughs in thickened rivers till their seams
Unweave fresh powers that with forcing tugs
Uproot the oak, bring down the trusses, beams–
So I have been a passive party, mute
In elemental resignation, calm
As nature’s fractured skies or hungry brute,
As ribby children holding up a beggar’s palm.
     As weather will explode then ebb and slow,
     The fury comes as sure as it will go.

Feel free to copy, imitate, remix, or redistribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgment of authorship. Photo: flickr - Roby Ferrari


  1. Great mood in this sonnet. I love the picture. The thrown out chair, that kind of seems to be smiling. I love the fact that the picture is sideways. It makes your brain work to try to right it, kind of like trying to right the world when everything seems sideways.

    I feel ya.

  2. You seem to be capturing my moods. Beautifully written. :)
    (Can you make tomorrow's something cheery?)