Here is my next late writing project. A few weeks ago, I posted a sonnet I was working on. (http://noahsreads.blogspot.com/2010/10/prosperity-vs-emptiness-sonnet.html) Since then, I have revised and completed it:
Prosperity Vs. Emptiness
His home bedecked with muted velvet red,
With cherry oak adorning every wall,
He sups each morn on warm French bread,
Some nights, with wine and port, he won‘t recall.
Three quarters after noon he grinds and saws
A screeching tune upon his violin;
His neighbors cower from the frequent flaws.
His guests’ disgust would never raise chagrin.
Yet in his shadow lives an older smith,
Whose only tune is that of ringing steel.
To him, an empty table is no myth;
His ancient, barren walls have no appeal.
But when considered on an inward scope,
His life is full of happiness and hope!