The Unwritten Page (Petrarchan Sonnet)
This Italian sonnet (ABBAABBA CDCDCD) focuses on the mental shift from memory to potential.
The calendar is stripped of every leaf,
The ink is dry upon the finished page;
We step beyond the boundaries of the cage
That held our weary joy and sharpened grief.
The silence offers up a sweet relief,
A momentary pause for every sage
To contemplate the turning of the age,
However beautiful, however brief.
Now look upon the white and trackless field,
Where no one yet has left a heavy stride;
The secrets of the days are closely sealed.
Let hope become the only stars that guide,
Until the fruits of January yield
The strength to keep the coming year inside
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