Minor Sins

Sonnet in Iambic tetrameter

 

Minor sins

 

The shadow of an echo falls

 upon deaf ears which listen not.

They fail to hear the distant calls

of memories they thought forgot.

The sinful acts they have repressed

and buried deep in memory.

Are in their disturbed sleep expressed.

Rise to remind them forcefully.

The night mares we perforce must ride

 are merely our self punishment

We cannot from our conscience hide.

We must acknowledge and repent

 those things we did unthinkingly

before we can sleep peacefully.

 

14-Nov-08

 

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[Donald Meikle]

Okay I'll bite(it's dangled and danced there long enough) what's a tetrameter? ten pentameters?