Vision by LindaAnn LoSchiavo

 

Image | grunge texture

 Vision

The vesper bell solemnifies sunset.
Tomorrow’s surgery is on my mind
As steeples come alive, speak to the blind,
Ring out the death of dark itself.  Cold sweat
Accompanies my prayers.  John Milton’s debt
To God was phrased in Sonnet 19, lined
Down by his daughters, to his will resigned.
Should I regain my sight, I won’t forget.

 

But what is 20/20 on a chart 
Unless epiphanies root in my heart — 
Like music only animals can hear,
Scorched visions that most people could not bear.
Would it behoove me just to stand and wait?
I must spread light before I’m called "the late."

 

This sonnet is a comment on Sonnet 19 by John Milton, "When I consider how my light is spent."

© LindaAnn LoSchiavo

Native New Yorker and award-winner, LindaAnn LoSchiavo is a member of British Fantasy Society, HWA, SFPA, and The Dramatists Guild. Titles published in 2024: “Always Haunted: Hallowe’en Poems” [Wild Ink], “Apprenticed to the Night” [UniVerse Press], and “Felones de Se: Poems about Suicide” [Ukiyoto]. Forthcoming: “Cancer Courts My Mother” [Prolific Pulse Press, 2025]. Book accolades earned: Elgin Award for “A Route Obscure and Lonely” and Chrysalis BREW Project’s Award for Excellence for “Always Haunted: Hallowe’en Poems.”

Follow Feed the Holy