Down by the lakeshore, early in the day,
the rising sun was burning fog away.
What was remaining, was a thinning mist.
Like tendrils, drifting smoke would slowly twist
in silent scene no poet can resist.
The morning coffee, brewing in the pot,
was wafting fragrance, getting nice and hot.
The perfect way to chase the morning chill.
I poured a cup, prepared to drink my fill.
Then found a bench, to gather in the still.
A Loon had landed, out upon the lake.
An eerie song proceeds to overtake
the silent setting, with its mournful call,
and yet its echo blended with it all,
to make that moment perfectly enthrall.
Within this instance, found profound release,
and drank my coffee in idyllic peace.
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Author Notes
Doesn't get much better than that. I took this picture last Sunday morning at Lake Carlos State Park in Minnesota, my Folger's Classic Roast well brewed, and serenaded by Loons.
This Poem is a Septillian Sonnet.
The Septillian Sonnet was created by fellow Fanstorian, Nancy E. Davis. It is an elongated version of the basic Sonnet format, having 17 lines versus the typical 14 lines. Nevertheless, it carries all the features and recognizable structures of a standard Sonnet, with: three stanzas followed by a closing couplet, iambic pentameter, and a Volta (but at line 11, rather than 9). The elongation is due to using Quintains (5 line stanzas) instead of Quatrains. The rhyme scheme is set at a strict aabbb scheme. The name is derived from the 17 lines Sept being 7 in French, and tillian being a play on "teen"). The total rhyme scheme is therefore:
aabbb ccddd eefff gg.
This photograph was taken by the author himself on October 2, 2016.
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