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Small Is Beautiful

Small is beautiful
Like everything
If it comes in full
And with shades sing

Of colors and lines
In moods of a day
And to the eyes shines
In beauty hue way

Small is not less
But more of having all
Into life's caress
From every hours fall

To bring it in close
Like a photograph
Before the time goes
Into a riff and raff
Peter S. Quinn



Sonnet 156, The Meaning Is Not All...

Like the moon is moon and the sun is sun,
The meaning is not all within the word;
For some, have meaning of only two third,
Or a meaning is more than twofold one.
The meaning defined, it is here, then done,
It is not easy to catch it or gird;
It is better left off when it is not heard,
Though meaning defined is sometimes fun.
So sentence and words put into a phrase
Needs understanding 'in between the lines',
This isn't either taught or easily relined;
Nothing then is absolute in insight weighs
And our judgment for the moment defines:
What looks quite simple may be harder to find.
Peter S. Quinn



Sonnet 200, Your Love Is Sweet...

Your love is sweet like from an evening rose,
So full of mystic I never knew before;
With longings so dear and eager to explore:
A passionate river that sometimes overflows.
You are like the light that inside me glows,
An open wonder from once a closed door;
To me you're perfect and worthy to adore,
Though I can't explain nor tell what you disclose.
Heart and soul we stand and live not in vain,
Nor go about like the wind in a cloud,
Which drifts and drifts until it settles down.
We are more like the blooms and soothing rain,
That never is seen in a foggy shroud,
Or ever in disinterest shall drown.
Peter S. Quinn



Sonnet, This Newborn Earth Day

This newborn earth day that awakes to glow,
The breath of air inside a drifting cloud;
All what is here before the evenings show,
What comes in with the dawn before a crowd.
The newest dew that soothes each seed and bloom,
In the hours in the dark and all between;
Thoughts that come and we pretend to assume,
All in all's there that we have learned and seen.
The faith we give and what is born of that,
Where everything comes for a moment's thought;
Like a cloud that drifts above our habitat,
With our dreams in electrified juggernaut.
What seems sometimes maybe isn't very clear,
Diversities to our own moods appear.
Peter S. Quinn
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