Sonnet: My Poetry

With the toil's hum, a poet's joy takes flight,

In moonlit thoughts, 'neath the screen's light

No more river's whispers stir the quiet night

Yet virtual echoes fill the tranquil site

In quiet depths, like a sub 'neath winter's snow

I yearn for storm's end, where calm will sow

Crafting stanzas, my mind's restful tableau

Dancing with shadows from my past's shadowed row

With sincerity, I strive in every verse

but pretense seeks to distort and to perverse

Yet, verses serve as vessels to traverse

Turning pedantic whispers into universe

Though life's pages flutter, world may take a sway

Yet, in my silent words, I find my gentle way