Saturday, April 16, 2011

Day 39, Sonnet 39

Some souls do bear extraordinary gifts:

Some children bear the wisdom of old age;

Some athletes’ strides are powerfully swift;

Some poets’ words paint life upon the page.

But genius or talent does endow

With burdens that do weigh upon the heart

When onlookers do wholly disavow

The pain that does accompany one’s art.

For giftedness is not of iron made;

It is a blossomed bud with tender leaves

That hears the heavens’ call and does obey

But burns like fire beneath a gentle summer breeze.

For gifts do hum at higher frequency

Their songs of joy are wrought with misery.

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