"The Line" in collaboration with Sleepless Volcano and editing by Richard

"The Line" in collaboration with Sleepless Volcano and editing by Richard

A Poem by Einstein Noodle
"

an English Sonnet

"



The Line


Drawn there in rows, they wait on news to come;

the kids play hide-and-seek, while parents paced.

Is no one there to beat their silent drum?   

So thick the dread, all hope is soon erased.


A shout collides on empty space today,

with steel resolve for havens not their own.

A mother gives her babe to thieves in pay,

foul reaping fruits fermenting sin thus sown.


Now, strangers' hands are raised in muted cries,

demanding place to have in have nots' angst.

The child reveals his wide, bewildered eyes,

a light that hopes to shine upon their ranks.


Although the lines are muddied down through time;

alone, a child will pay for all this crime.

© 2019 Einstein Noodle


Author's Note

Einstein Noodle

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

To be honest, my main complaint about sonnets is that they are usually too fluffy in content. It's like poets are concentrating on nailing the form, but the message is often lukewarm romantic tripe that sounds like every other sonnet. Well, let me tell ya, this sonnet does NOT suffer that malady! You have something to say & you say it with such powerful intensity, the reader is completely forgetting to look at whatever traces of "sonnet" might be there to inspect & admire! This is a great poem & I congratulate you all on your poetic efforts & for having such heart (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

oh my goodness dear barley!! how you have made this effort more than worth it .. i agree completely .. read more



Reviews

"is no one there to beat their silent drum". The role of the poet is today as it was in the 18th century. They wrote of culture, civilization and improvement of the current world. Their role was as a reflector of the external reality. I saw a picture of the huddled migrants behind an iron fence. It was heartbreaking. Our world is so unrecognizable.
You write with passion my friend; the passion that pry's open the stuck door of observation. Like the poets of the 1700's, the world has to be a better place......great poem...dana

Posted 4 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

Dana...that means a lot to me that you say so...thanks so much for taking time to read and review .... read more
Your writing styles truly complement each other, a excellent blending.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

thanks Cherrie ..appreciate your reading and taking time to review ... Sleepless inspired me to begi.. read more
well, well well, what we got here then... a magnificent achievement for the pair of ya.. a sonnet and true, by Jove.. these words would look and sound good in any poetry book... well bloomin done ... something I have never done ...........Neville

Posted 4 Years Ago


Neville

4 Years Ago

My sincere pleasure Gene & true.... Oh' and never say never.. say's Nev :))
Einstein Noodle

4 Years Ago

ahahahahahah ok! i won't :)
Neville

4 Years Ago

coz one of us sayin it is more than enuf... :)

3
next Next Page
last Last Page
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

789 Views
23 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on June 3, 2019
Last Updated on June 13, 2019

Author

Einstein Noodle
Einstein Noodle

Pork Rind, AK



About
This morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Heaven Heaven

A Poem by lightsong