I fell apart–my center would not hold;
my kingdom crashed around a broken man
whose shepherding lost focus on his fold
and placed his lowly self before the clan.
What progress had I made besides my own
indulgent acts, ambitiously designed
to chisel out my name in frozen stone
so all may praise what I will leave behind?
You touched me–in the moment I was lost
and simultaneously found anew–
I stumbled forward once our paths had crossed,
to find my every sight in clearer view.
This changed and better planet I adore,
and play my part more gladly than before.
–G.B., stationary minstrel
This type of poetry is an example of an english sonnet because this poem has abab cdcd efef gg and has three quatrains with an unexpected twist.
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