Tuesday, June 02, 2009

A sonnet for Marlene Bittner

Huskers

Mysterious spirit leaves restless hope
Attached at spongy railing ripened long,
Rippled curves splashes being as pope;
Liberated feelings sing their low song.
Events course rapidly through creation
Natural corn husks emit fervent roar,
Elements stranded pace their lonely fun
Bravado exudes its lonesome, sad core.
Intense emotion draws near the surface
Travel destiny reaches minds’ false tip,
Taking meaning from soulful, painted lace,
Nuzzled within magical parted lips.

Emerging loudly on enemy ears,
Roaring multitude shouts Go, Go Huskers!

Robert Dodson
June 2, 2009

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Robert, I am honored to be a part of your gift.... Thank you so much... I love it.. You have me tearing..

Colonel Dodson said...

You're quite welcome. Didn't mean to make you tear, unless they are tears of joy. It's my pleasure.

Robert