Poetry 365 | Day 73 | Sonnet 15
The pelting rain in a torrential storm
Will come and go at strong wind's dogged word;
Little more than antipathy to Form-
Bowled over to the strength of the absurd.
The outcome is out of our quaint logic;
Dispelled of every known Myth of control,
Laid barren to the might of what's tragic–
Dealing out loss, so to poison a droll.
But the stormy, headstrong winds are Needed;
To push out stagnation and revamp Life:
Progress occurs when souls are impeded,
The answers are often married to strife–
Sometimes to the point of devastation,
In order to prompt a mass migration.
--Stephen Martin, 3/14/19
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