Mar 2011
My hands forming a circle, I ensnare
The Stars, so long as I, with the Earth, do
Spin, keeping my eyes upon mine prize, new
Distractions kept from within. Such is fair
That, in my attempts of something so rare
To behold, I must suffer, to reduce
What I consume, my most glorious use,
Of the meals I so long to prepare.
But in vain it all makes itself to be,
For when the Moon recedes, the Sun is seen,
And the Stars are no more for me to see!
Only at night is my World complete.
The Stars, they mock, so vile, to demean,
And I am bound under their spell for Thee.
The Stars, so long as I, with the Earth, do
Spin, keeping my eyes upon mine prize, new
Distractions kept from within. Such is fair
That, in my attempts of something so rare
To behold, I must suffer, to reduce
What I consume, my most glorious use,
Of the meals I so long to prepare.
But in vain it all makes itself to be,
For when the Moon recedes, the Sun is seen,
And the Stars are no more for me to see!
Only at night is my World complete.
The Stars, they mock, so vile, to demean,
And I am bound under their spell for Thee.
I'm taking a sonnets course this term and we will be required to write at least one, so to prepare, my attempts will follow. As always, they will forever be works in progress.
Also, I'm terrible with meter (I honestly can't hear the iams), so any help would be appreciated.
Lastly, I really hate "love poetry," so if you feel like this is mocking it, it sort of is. But I will confess that it was fun to write.
Also, I'm terrible with meter (I honestly can't hear the iams), so any help would be appreciated.
Lastly, I really hate "love poetry," so if you feel like this is mocking it, it sort of is. But I will confess that it was fun to write.
