Truth, No Slave To Discovery

Truth is no slave to discovery, Needs innovation, nor creator, Nor yet a path-breaking inventor, Nor is truth a fiction, nor story. Truth stays put and can't be created O on a blank page of mind's diary, Conjured up, cooked nor conceived in head, Nor can one write its obituary— Truth always shines forth, a beacon red, Untruth's born and no sooner is dead! Yet, one that finds truth lights up a torch, And every darkling lie comes to light, One spark of truth's enough lies to scorch, Most untruths bury under own blight. ________________________________________________ This piece is set in anapaest meter, unusual for a sonnet. ________________________________________________ Sonnets | 05.04.05 |