Steffen Horstmann

Shakespeare sought to expel his strife
& enclosed it in a sonnet.

Pushkin stole the breath of Siberia
& froze it in a sonnet.

The rain threads air, listens to its own
Measured sound & sews it in a sonnet.

Do not be bound by discontent,
One stows it in a sonnet.

In Paradise Milton nurtures the creative seed
& grows it in a sonnet.

O don't whisper to me your secret,
Disclose it in a sonnet.

I dreamt a purgatorial light
& Dante superimposed it on a sonnet.

Michelangelo claimed silence has a cadence,
That one may hear its echoes within a sonnet.

Michaux spoke of worlds hidden within the world
& disguised a crisp prose in a sonnet.

Shelly heard the ocean breeze whisper rumors of storms,
& wrote of the enchantments of death's repose in a sonnet.

I gaze at windows bent in a wine glass, depicting
How each reflected cloud becomes a rose, in a sonnet.


STEFFEN HORSTMANN has written more than one hundred ghazals in English. His poems and book reviews have appeared in publications throughout the world, including in Baltimore Review, Common Ground Review, Istanbul Literary Review, The Kashmir Walla, Texas Poetry Journal, and Tiferet. His book of ghazals, Jalsaghar will be published in November by Kariboux Limited.