Another poem taken from my portfolio, "She Sips in Silence." If you can or can't tell, it was assigned as a sonnet. I made it a wee bit imperfect, giving a feminine ending to two of the lines, both of which correspond to one another (Lines 3 & 10). "Divine Intention" is another one of my poems, like "A Season's Sigh," that I didn't like too much at first (the first draft was written in the span of about a half an hour). But, it's come to be one that yields a good reminder for me. So, here goes.
Divine Intention
Bodies, each one unique and beautiful.
Odd shapes, curved shapes, straight shapes, all good and right
And yet scorn scoffs and sneers as we see blindly;
Marred the marrow that lives in each of us.
What shadow has cast upon us that we
Would see with such small eyes to cut a tear,
Snare one another into these limits.
Bodies, each one broken and ripped apart.
Odd shapes, curved shapes, straight shapes, all good and right
And yet our desires would imprint a scale;
Scarred the heart that bleeds and beats beneath us.
What love has been lost amongst us that we
Would blink at frame and form and shake us down,
Pounding at our original image.
Human, let us return from darkness far.
Beauty, let us remember who we are.
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