i did not know how she would make me feel, the way she would intrude upon my heart. i wish that i could make a simple deal and make sure we are never torn apart. i could not really figure out what part this woman would be playing in my world, the basic machinations of her art making me fall before my plan unfurled. i could not guess how i would want her curled against me, falling into peaceful sleep, thoughts drifting far as quickly as she hurled herself into my dreams, so far, so deep. she helps me deal with what has come before and i will stay with her forevermore
here's some sonnet practice i hope you enjoy especially you, you know who you are
supernova girl, don't be surprised. you with the dark hair and darker love, you with all the stars in your eyes, you ought to know, i've had enough.
supernova girl, your heart glides like a dove, you're radiant and warm, a beacon of bright you've got the kind of passion i thought they only spoke of you make me believe in the forever promise of daylight
supernova girl, when i hear you, i take flight you sing and the world begins to know grace you give me wings when i believe i'm ratite you've helped me to know i have a place
oh, haven't you heard, supernova girl? you are the best part of my world.
For now we find ourselves in fear beset As if these trials arrive from new angles To form, congeal and harden shelled regrets One shard of hope which just cuts and mangles Though torn we pray the blind may discover How truly gruesome lies were dangled Which spun their hate into this awful blunder Bidding sisters’, brothers’ hands to strangle Not reaching down to lift, but rip asunder A people’s love for neighbors, laying blame On all who won’t ennoble he who plunders Mocking facts, weighing truth and lies the same; We know not where to look to make us whole Bodies resisting, barely cling to souls.
Now hiding hearth and packing wools away A careful tide arrives to mark changed towns Chartreuse of verdant blooms commence decay While we can’t stop what grows by leaps and bounds Which soil holds firm or shifts beneath the clowns It’s blind to glimpse so far as nations go Unfaithful seed of those whose blood still grounds Our stars and stripes which fly through ebb and flow Mothers may darkly wail by morning glow Seeking to raise their daughters to bright dawn And burn hewn totems to some men they know Dancing through smoke which wafts hither and yon Yet fools by terror ******* and billions mocked Win while we wait with angst by tics and tocs
My first Spenserian sonnet, expressing anxiety for the Republic.
Soft flakes are held aloft while drifting down to keep those splendid structures quite intact; Then up from pavement–piling on firm ground– they halt all urban bustle in its tracks; Strong plows have tried their best to push snow back, but once this weather starts I’ve lost control; It’s time to settle in, hear branches crack and with my quilts and ***** I'll fight the cold. How odd that every day has such a hold, hurling the musts and shoulds with all its might, until those tiny flakes conspire to scold nice days for their mad toil and grant respite: Sometimes it takes the ice and slush outside to truly feel the warmth from which I hide.
This is my first Spenserian sonnet. I'm getting behind on my sonnet game. I know Shakespeare won't be writing anymore, but that's no excuse for dawdling. 155 or Burst!