Diana Webb

Fourteen Lines

'...as waves make towards the pebbled shore...'
I'm reading Shakespeare's sonnets by the sea.
They tell of our lives' brevity.
'...action no stronger than a flower?'

'Holds in perfection but a little moment...'
Catch it, in span of a breath-one verse,
As small seeds in the breeze disperse,
'My true image pictured', each syllable in ferment.

horizon boats–
a cow parsley haze
shimmers

violin notes
beyond beach trays
glimmers

Notes:

line 1 from sonnet 60
line 4 from sonnet 65
line 5 from sonnet 15
line 8 from sonnet 24