…on these two companion blogs. Both “Reflections” and “Sonnet Blog” will now contain these, particularly when there are no posts for the day. At times, I will no doubt be lazy and simply reblog them, at others I will include formatted versions. Most the the latter will occur, I should think.
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Amid This Lonesome Bliss | Lyrical Love
Replete am I, amid this lonesome bliss,
Encoiled within my broken, fleshly shell.
I am sealed within, by a writer’s kiss.
Unfurled Orchidaceae Kafkaesque.
Sepals veined with secret, all to dispel.
Replete am I, amid this lonesome bliss.
Screaming from within, fearing the abyss.
Spinning colours like fine-webbed carousel.
I am sealed within, by a writer’s kiss.
Sunlight glanced my path, to not go amiss,
Alighting dark holes in which others fell.
Replete am I, amid this lonesome bliss.
I endure another swing of solstice,
Darkness bleeds to Light’s vigoroso swell…
I am sealed within, by a writer’s kiss.
I have been granted nothing, but for this:
Release of mind so the tide does not quell.
Replete am I, amid this lonesome bliss…
For,
I am sealed within, by a writer’s kiss.
Intro: Do not gently go
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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.
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.
Never fear, I have not…
…disappeared. I shall be resuming after a much needed respite. I have, as some here know, been ill; although not seriously, still lingeringly! Still it seemed an appropriate reward for my sixth month mark having been achieved–actually taking time to recover without undue stress on my body or mind.
I plan to resume tomorrow–or later this afternoon–with a new sequence. This is the proposed “gateway to sonnet form,” or one might term it “gateway drug to sonnet form.” I myself have so termed it . My plan is to start with freeverse constrained only by being limited to fourteen lines and proceed from there, toward blank verse, and then lyrical couplets and onward from there.
I have not yet decided if it will be one piece continually evolving, or a series of pieces either related in subject, or progressing in a particular direction. We shall see….
David Emeron: Sonnets 