[Inspired by Sunday Scribblings]
I've finally done it. I wrote a sonnet. I will likely play with this a bit before I'm finally done with it, but I share it with you anyway.
Dear Diary
What do you know now, oh journal of mine?
I tell you my secrets, my loves and my rages.
I scribble them down on your simple lined pages.
Have you absorbed each confessional line?
Do you grasp omens, read hints as a sign?
Am I dumb as a stump? Am I wise like the sages?
Will my shadow be long through the subsequent ages?
Or will all my foolishness wilt on the vine?
Or am I bother, a joke or a jest?
Do you resent all my writing in you,
Wishing instead for bright paint, not black ink?
I hope that you like me, and do not detest
That I share with you all that I feel and I do.
Giving you up would sure drive me to drink.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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5 comments:
It looks like a fine sonnet to me. The rhyming words are very good.
Ass kicking poem!
Thanks, Gautami. I tried to keep the rhymes simple so that I could pay attention to the meter.
Rob, all I can say is, "thank you."
Nice job on the sonnet. I especially like these lines:
"Am I dumb as a stump? Am I wise like the sages?
Will my shadow be long through the subsequent ages?"
Maybe because I can relate.
Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Thanks, January. And you are welcome.
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