for a rainy Sunday morning

Here is a sonnet I wrote a few years back, "for a rainy Sunday morning." I was obviously obsessed with penning a sonnet with a standard rhyming pattern. I could care less about rhymes these days. Anyway, here it goes. Happy Sunday!…

Sonnet #61 - for a rainy Sunday morning

I heard a tale that made me feel so sad
about a friend, abandoned by his art
or it by he, his talent to impart
some sense of beauty vanished like a fad.
But let us tell his story in this verse:
his art brought joy and gladness to his friends,
and satisfied his soul’s deep urge to mend
a broken world.  What happened was perverse,
expression of his talent overcome
by stress of work, career became for him
the higher call.  The artist’s light soon dimmed,
and Tantalus foretold his martyrdom.
This cautionary tale includes one plea:
one truth, one hope for immortality.

10/13/2013