I wrote the stars into my small universe
When first I learned how to write
Hung a moon a dot to keep the writing terse
Scrawled the planets' orbits tight
A symphony written out in cosmic verse
Caught in your reflected light
edgar, seriously. That was lovely. You get better and better.
I have good days and so-so days, letty. I've spent my life writing just for myself. I am happy to have a chance now to share.
Tears cleanse they say,
They do not have the power,
To wash away the footprints,
you left in my life.
They will exist,
to be consumed
by flames,
devoring them,
with my mortal body,
on my funeral pyre.
I'm interested in writing sonnets! If Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 had been written when he was hungry
Shall I compare thee to a plate of mash?
Thou art more tactile and more fun in bed.
Rough hands can make a mean old chilli hash
But you are much more delicately fed.
Sometime too hot the Aga oven grows
And often is its shiny hobtop dimm'd
Thus our great passion is so hot it glows,
Your heart is like a leg of lamb, untrimmed.
Like mint sauce is the green of your bright eyes
Redcurrant jelly are your comely cheeks;
The rounded breasts of roast potato rise
From sultry gravy and a bed of leeks
So long as men can eat or eyes can see
So long we feast, and this gives life to me.
Clouds and eternity
The banks of clouds stretch out below the sun,
And on their tops a golden glow gleams bright,
Shot through with crimson and vermilion,
This moment just before the spread of night.
The sky above the clouds is like a lake
Of far off water, washed with palest green,
The jagged trees the hill's horizon make
A stage-set silhouette to mount it in.
The clouds, the sky, the sun and all their blaze,
Reveal some inkling of eternity,
You might be looking down the chain of days,
Into the eyes of God that made them be,
But night obliterates his dazzling face;
The timeless darkness of unpeopled space.
They may not really obey the rules -- anyone got any they've written.
Hiya Clary, I don't obey the sonnet rules....ABAB rhyme scheme, first six lines setting up the scenario, next six introducing conflict, and the last two resolving in a rhyming couplet. I just like the rythym. Nice sonnets there, btw.
Thoughts on the war
I look upon the grim, fierce darkness of the day
in the skies, and wait for fury unleashed between
the hearts of those who pray for peace and levity,
and brevity, of course, for those who carry on
their duties in foreign lands, for imperial
"go gettems", lives given, orders given, only
to march turtle-like into a brand new quagmyre
of confusion, blood, and the power of sad hearts.
Soldiers, children, brothers, sons, the proud protectors
of a powerful nation, one whose interests
are often interesting in their own strange way,
diversion being the current orders of the day.
It all goes to 12! Bring the boys home. Peace all.
Very nice one there! Interestingly, many sonnet writers seem to have used slightly different forms.
I did one on the view from my chair for your critical eye!
An orange poppy on a bed of green,
Attracts the eye as if 'twere blooming now,
Brings solace, soothes the heart somehow,
But it is just a photo on my screen.
On this ground, icons intervene,
They interrupt the view of flower and bough,
And they are magic, as they will allow,
The user to go far beyond the machine,
One click and you are in a game,
Where bugs gang up to eat the luckless player,
Another icon blazons me my name,
Promising Navigator, just for Clare,
No two wormholes they offer are the same,
Time and space transcended from my chair.
Ah, Gautam. That poem was sooooo plaintive and wistful. The sweet relics of pain are the tracks of our tears.
What a wry spoof, Clary, and followed by Cav, the sonneteer and chanticleer.
Looking at Clary's profile,
It seems she has traveled
The mile,
Of oceans and sands and antique lands,
With lexicon of humor and wiles.
I liked the potato sonnet too, maybe cuz I'm a chef and all.
Letty dear, your tribute in verse
Makes me feel I should try to be terse,
I take too much space,
Not content with my place.
And my verse is not terse, something worse.
But thank you for noticing (Y)
Hi, Clary. I am not much help on the sonnets, as I rarely read them. I can't give a reason why, but they rarely hold my interest for long.
Personally, I think when writing in structure, ignore the rhyme scheme, but stick to the rythym. Internal rhyme and alliteration can add zest to a free, but not free form. Try that Clary. Think about how the poem might be read while writing it.
Thanks Letty, for the kind words.
The endless war does not pause
no shinning light ahead
dimmed by it's own tears
so many weeping hearts
distance is mute
What sacrifice is worthy
Sons and daughters wither
Unanswered questions continue
The plate is passed
There is no offering
Colorbook
I like your poems, too.
Your boat's a silver swift moon
Quicksilver thistle in a sea of dew
A fairy fiddle of a tune
Played in your heart when roses were blue
Thanks edgar, I like your poems too and I enjoy reading everyones posts.
Turkey all dressed
To have his debut
Roasted yams
And mushrooms too
Stuffing bursting
Potatoes buttered
Company eating
All words are muttered
Bread glistening with warmth
Fruits and veggies adorned
Tchaikovsky serenade
A cup of cheer to keep us warm
Pumpkin pie topped with cream
Sweet smells of holiday
Candles alas to make the glow
We give our thanks as we pray
( jjorge muttering to self: "h-m-m-m I wonder how they've been doing on this thread?..." )
( a little later )
Hey no fair!! You guys have gotten TOO GOOD while I've been away!
LOL
Seriously, Edgar, Letty, Cav, Gautam...you're writing some very nice lines.
Thanks, jj.
Could JJ be back here to stay
With real estate out of the way?
He loves Emily so,
And Wilder, you know
So let's give a hip hip hooray.
Hey, man. You be seeing live poets here.
