Ah, wouldn't that be nice, though?
Say That I Was A Faerie Spirit?
(sonnet # MMMMMMMMMLXXIX)
Sweet golden eye of afternoon, t'avail
Calm as the fevered soul desired, suspense
On edge and chewing off its nails whilst sense
Feigns tis mature, if only I could bail
Me out of all here in that light's detail,
Forget aught else which nags, and rest from hence,
Half lost in dreams where rolling lawns lie thence
In peaceful slumber, frozen, hill and dale.
Could I, for half a minute, lose as twere
What is, and wander, traipsing merr'ly through
Lost pastures, I'd still be dumped back in tour
Where I had been. These freighted heavns' vague blue
With clouded eye yet wash the land, astir
Elsewhere, with golden light. That we'd seek You.
09Jan25
Yep, I'm pretty certain that's what it is.
I Think Time Must Have Permanent Wings
(sonnet # MMMMMMMMMLXXX)
Snow, likeas Winter knows to dish out, whence
With dread go forth, Thy mercies all t'avail
I know, the "white stuff" crunching subtly, trail
With ice below, and that keen silence hence,
We are alone, yet not, the lonely path fr'intents
By fellow trav'lers littered, aught detail
Lost to this purest white, afraid t'inhale,
Yet trusting in Thee, LORD, all our defense.
The hol'days oer til next month, eggnog's tour
Long since, unless I craft some, what's to do?
Where movies used to trick the hours as twere
Out of their substance, hanging out anew
Is nicer. I post, nap, or work. Bestir
Us to sing Thy praise, LORD, as we wait You.
10Jan25a
*[having just watched a "crime" video where a foolish driver threw a drink at a former military man and lost her life in the next instant thanks to basic training, guess what happened to me?!]Now I've actually had a drink thrown at MY head while driving. What gives?!
How Does The Saying Go?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXXXI)
How Joe Hisaishi's strains waltz like t'avail
Now through mine head, yet which? "My Neighbor [thence
Erm]Tot'ro" ist? Because they played that, whence?
Oh, Thursday. Cheerful notes dance gaily, hale
In sweetness 'spite the TV, that detail
We cherish like a private joy which'd hence
Enlighten duller moments by its sense,
If only we'd hear Thy voice, Who'd ne'er fail.
Put on the Scriptures in my pocket fer
Recure, as how the final hour the teasing crew
Half seem to have a problem. I'll as t'were
Escape whileas they mull just what to do,
If Thou will, LORD, yet oh! how troubles* stir
For me once back in town. Save me, won't You?
10Jan25b
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Yikes, a drink thrown at your head while driving! That's something I've never experienced. I've had drinks thrown at my head, but never while driving! 🤣 Loved these sonnets, Missy! Also, looking forward to seeing what you are currently up to. Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
Thank you so very much! Yes, since it is winter my windows were logically closed but it was a shocking and unsettling experience. I was shaken. Still can't figure why excepting the time of night and inherent mischief seekers out looking for more trouble than they realize. Thanks again!
Indeed. I'd be shocked too! You're most welcome!
Of course I enjoy - I don't always understand the motivation....but.... I just don't know how you find the time....
Mmm, I suppose it all began too many years ago when a daily sonnet challenge forced me to find "inspiration" daily which taught me a perspective. Thank you very much!
That’s assault, isn’t it, whatever the reason or provocation….
It is, but apparently it's being considered acceptable these days. Or?
Oh , I almost forgot, might makes right… and I thought we’re all past the Dark Ages… apparently not. 😬
Haha
I think you are amazing Missy .. Yes amazing ma'am, but please do try to slow down .. your nibs must be near molten even on a cold winters night .. Oh' & I would seriously recommend you wear a crash helmet whilst driving for a week or two and carry either a Glock or a S&W neath ya dashboard .. at least until I can get the guys number from your dashcam .. 😉🤞
I only went so far as to obtain a foid, and even that requirement is unconstitutional. The iced drink slithered down my windshield and side mirror and a bit of my window while I concentrated on driving safely despite being badly shaken. Thank you again, dear Sir!
Years ago had a glass coke bottle thrown at and bounce off my windshild but nothing since. A bit upsetting. Fun read none the less.
Wow, such powerful sonnets about emotions and profound truth! You are very inspiring but I think I will stay away from iambic pentameter haha!
Well, haha, it's totally up to you. You've a sense of rhyming, whence run with it and just have fun. Thank you very much for your kind comment!
Thank you, I do think rhyming is much simpler than... iambic pentameter!! Which you have great talent for, I must say.
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