The subtle glory of a turn taken
Must be recognized and celebrated;
The smallest spin can make cells awaken
Minute machines, thus recalibrated
Watch the mute majesty of sunflowers
As they find their bright lord with dark faces
Ostensibly immobile followers
Shrug off rumored stasis for light's graces
Whole galaxies do their dervish dances
If the ecstatic energy of life
In one shape, on existence advances
It is a circle, forged from peace and strife
From quarks to quazars, each must take its turn
The dancer whirls and from him, we must learn
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (5)
Fantastic! Loved the quatrain about the sunflowers.
What a beautiful topic and well-executed too! I loved this.
The dancer in me tips her hat to the dancer in you! Your turn. Brilliant sonnet! Loved every line.
What a lovely interpretation of the dance.
Oooo, from quarks to quazars, I especially loved that! Fantastic sonnet!
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