So beautiful. Ice brume, I had to look that one up. Lovely.
Rejoice I, thou hast, to these climbs return’d.
Thou art most welcome and hast been so misst….
Monthly Archives: February 2015
Sonnet: Elephant?
AnElephantCant ever truly know,
How certainly her “hubby” thinks it grand,
That put a smile on my true loves face,
Such wonderful attention, as first hand.
But greatest joy as do your words bestow,
Dear pachyderm, don’t misconstrue me please,
In spreading mirth as do your words with grace
The more affects him, well it guarantees,
Beyond so great a joy, as overflow
Most all the expectations he conceives.
Then writes he sonnets all the more apace
Although the Holiday so interleaves;
And though his sonnets flow like water, won’t
Misplace such inspiration if they don’t!
Intro: Can an Elephant?
AnElephantCant hide his great pleasure
To meet folk who know sweet Lady Day
This place is quite grubby
But please bring your hubby
And just pop in next time you’re passing this way
AnElephantCant
Conceive how wonderful are
My sweetheart’s Smiles.
Blessed Silence!
Yes, I heartily approve of this “silent” user method of deferring ones attention to ones blog. I can, in this way, focus more on the work, and my love of it, and not be diverted unless I make specific time to sort through or answer comments.
I would very much reccomend this method, particularly if one is generally or even temporarily more distractable.
On the 17th…
…is sonnet IV of the Shakespeare reflected variety. As usual, it is a reverse Spenserian. Internal rhymes are all couplets (also as per usual) however this time, I used all of Shakespeare’s rhyming words for these. I use these in the order in which they appear, excepting that they are rearranged to couplet form. Mechanically this worked better than expected; however I feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, as no doubt, Lucas is “gunning” for this one.
Sonnet: Jena
Just wait ’til dost thou see her, as have I;
A luscious and so mischievous a thing;
Not hesitant her mind to speak, or tease;
Enjoying every twist that might it bring.
To know her is, as I, to know her wry
Tempestuousness, enervated so.
And take from thee delight, as doth she please;
But even then, so much doth she bestow.
Endow thee all the more, doth she thereby,
Regarding not thy happiness nor joy;
No good to give, that first did not appease;
In truth, wilt not thou notice, but enjoy.
Enigma wrapped in mystery is she,
Rewarding us this fortune, I, and thee.
- One more for Jena
Intro: Once More
My devoted friend
Though better late than never,
This, I promised you.
David Emeron: Sonnets 