Poetry Blogs (sonnet)
The next sub-theme in Love's Tempest is 'Imaginary Relationships'.
Before you begin to experience love, you think about it a bit, imagine what it might be like.
And at that age too, you're being asked to write stories a lot and poems a little bit at school.
Practicing story telling and poetry writing and thinking about love, it all merges together...
This first one experiments with sonnet form...
Sunday 28th March 2021 3:12 pm
I tried to write a sonnet. I was quite proud of it, but it didn't win.
Engaged since birth against one deadly foe,
A mortal combat all must surely yield,
No clemency or kindness can we know,
No soul alive will leave this battlefield.
The lines of combat proudly crease my face,
My hair turns slowly, unabashed, to gray.
I must accept with honour and good grace,
Wednesday 25th March 2020 9:01 pm
A man loves freedom outside his own abode
Not quick to drink but virtues soon are lost
How fast luck moves! Escape though? ‘Twas so close
Pulled over, cuffed, he learned this liquor’s cost
Now should he leave this fearful site unscathed
He’ll prosper after papers set him free
The luck remained and helped him walk that day
Yet cells contained inmates in need of leave
Sunday 8th December 2019 5:14 am
Father Thunder cracked, Mother Thunder struck!
through a cosmic tango, your divine birth!
And into a mad stellar chase I broke
begging to glow as your mirror on Earth...
I plunge into the ocean after dark,
and swim in this indigo-silver trance.
I relish in your splendor, hear the lark
his, a song of sorrow and jubilance.
though bittersweet it couldn't ever spoil
Tuesday 23rd July 2019 11:03 am
Straddling a life between town and country,
I remember you once stood on a snake.
You never saw it as we were shouting,
Until you moved and it slithered away.
Once you walked into a concrete column,
As I told you to hurry and catch up.
But you were focused and a little solemn,
Just searching for green anoles close up.
So many times you fell into a pond,
And I had to pull...
Thursday 4th April 2019 3:46 pm
The gravestones in this place are wet with tears
Of children, wives and husbands who have stood
Beside dark holes that swallow up their fears
Replacing ice water where once flowed blood.
November skies are grey and hold no lights,
The flowers flattened in a winter gale
That whips away dark thoughts the widow fights
To keep hidden behind her mourning veil....
Thursday 4th April 2019 2:17 pm
The soft blown snow that fell five days ago
Crisp frozen now by these five frosty nights
Still blankets all the fields and moors to show
Where pheasant clattered off on noisy flights
While footfall of the lesser birds is scribed
Less deep; and here a small bank vole has run;
There passed red fox and rabbit side by side
Though time kept them apart and saved the one
At the wo...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 9:53 am
We see them on the news most every night,
pontificating, make believe they’re wise.
Myself, I think they talk a load of shite!
Does anybody understand these guys?
They tell us what to do and how to feel,
persuading us they know what’s best for us;
that we should acquiesce and let them deal
with everything, and not create a fuss.
They stroke us like a pet they woul...
Tuesday 29th January 2019 12:04 pm
That thou may'st happly spend your day
Fair maid amongst the northern hills
With books and study that will oft defray
Your time and thought in winter's chills;
That there is pleasure 'mongst your shelves
Oh lady in your cottage home
Tis proven by each and everyone who delves
In dusty library vaults to hunt a tome;
That thy bookish studies are good I swear...
Monday 3rd September 2018 9:33 am
As evening’s chill descends to icy night,
A plaintive cry rings out a mournful tune
Through trees disguised in coats of wispy white,
To resonate ‘neath iridescent moon.
The heavens fade from blue to vibrant black,
And stars appear, to shimmer distantly,
Illuminating as the wolves attack
Their prey, despite despairing bids to flee.
Then silence shrouds the land and...
Saturday 11th February 2017 3:30 pm
I whispered the words I had come to say;
In humbleness I broke the deep silence,
Perfectly knowing the size and the weight
Of the questions, and of your prescience;
Having said what I came to say, I rose
With hardly a recalcitrant feeling,
Your wisdom is greater than mine I know,
Strictly righteous are all of your dealings.
How famed are your powers of cognizance,
They are sung all about,...
Tuesday 17th January 2017 4:40 am
And what of the children as yet unborn?
Who speaks out for them and will take their part?
As the world watches the hellbound handcart
Spiralling downwards with future stillborn.
When our great great grandfathers walked the land,
It should have been simple to chart a course
Keeping hold of hopes to husband resource,
But now supply is outstripped by demand.
So what ...
Tuesday 31st May 2016 6:43 am
Sunday 17th April 2016 2:53 pm
A sheet of ice on black pavement gleaming
As frost, settled on shrubs, illuminates
A white powder morning and activates
The sound of grass, underneath feet, crunching.
I with my twin brother wander, beaming
Along the path untouched, to what fascinates
The mind of two children and resonates,
Bridging the gap between awake and dreaming.
For brief moments the world was fr...
Sunday 1st February 2015 7:05 am
A Wee Dram
The dancing flames lick gently at the grate,
a bottle splashes amber to the glass,
soft chimes reminding that the hour is late,
aromas drift of peat and harsh deer grass,
the smoky mist of morning, with each pass.
The glow of bonfires as I gently kiss,
letting the rich swelling flavours amass
and burn upon my lips, no thoughts but this –
“how can something so bitter bring suc...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 7:21 pm
I've published a new ebook, and you can get it for free at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/489438
It's the first part of a trilogy called God The Banana, an epic verse-novel written as a sequence of 437 sonnets. Here's the first one:
Picture a diamond spinning against the dark,
flinging back the brilliance of a sun.
Move a little closer - you’ll be stunned
how lakes and oceans ...
Wednesday 5th November 2014 8:48 am
It can be said that fate waits for no one
It is almost a certainty in fact
But darkness with its spring heels waits alone
In a recess seldom visited, we go there in shade
Curtained we go there and raise suspicion
We go when there is blood to sacrifice
We come back when there is left only bone
Like the needless prayers of a mother
We disappear in...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 1:15 am
This is an ekphrasis on L'Agonie by Felicien Rops.
Sonnet on Death
Demons clutch at your rib-cage ladder
Grasping the arteries, choking your veins
Your bones are now fragile and ready to shatter
Oh dear, you're looking quite pale.
Your bloodless skin is as thin as paper
With cavities where worms slither in.
A struggling heart still resisting the Taker...
Friday 25th January 2013 7:53 pm
Sonnets are meant to be about romance
You know? All that's good.
But why should form be contained,
can one not make love to the page
in their own expression?
Imagination like a dodgems car,
wild yet bumpy.
And I guess that's what love is,
you can try to steer in the right direction
but there will always be obstacles...
Sunday 15th April 2012 6:49 pm
Some folk are born with knowledge of their goal.
I've met them, though I'm not like that myself;
I'm wandering through life, a placid soul,
content to leave adventures on the shelf.
I've loved and lived without a way to know
the field where I should strive to be the best:
to pan for gold, or be a CEO,
or cure disease, or conquer Everest;
and likewise, you're a Poohstick ...
Tuesday 20th March 2012 10:53 am
Among those born as humans on the earth
within their mind the mirrored planet lies:
the universe contained behind their eyes,
more tangible with every day since birth.
Within, each place you love is held for you
perfected; every friendship dwells therein;
and if you dare, a thousand tales begin,
and if you close your eyes you'll see it's true.
Within that place a forest ...
Monday 19th March 2012 10:44 am
They say my future follows on your past,
commanded not to love you by the wise.
They say he never truly lives who lies
a captive still, and by your charms held fast:
your warmth was torn by chilly morning air,
through daytime heat your image in my eye
would ever grow, would wane, would never die,
and with the night, you’d once again be there.
You took my life, and took aw...
Friday 16th March 2012 11:04 am
This moment, I am God upon this town.
I compass every window spread below:
each pinprick point in total looking down
a pattern only overseers know.
I feel the human flow and ebb each minute
perceiving both with every passing breath;
each lighted room has home and hoping in it,
each darkening a sleeping, or a death.
And nothing, nothing makes it wait to darken;
Thursday 15th March 2012 11:05 am