I can't believe it!
Oh My!--Death's Lease Is Well-Nigh Up
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXCII)
Spring's but twa weeks awa by now, a sense
Of sweeter haunting hill and snow-capped dale,
Favon'us breath upon the soft exhale
Which murmurs oer the leas, of hope, to fence
These coming hours with just enow fr'intents
To keep the fainting soul 'bove water, frail
Yet clinging still to life, if that t'avail
Before the shadows deepen, of defense.
Birds sing as if from ev'ry bush astir
With joy now waltzing, as both puddles to
Thinned snowy slopes seem half aware as twere
All's melting, where the fragile light would woo
With hope in ev'ry golden shaft. Demur
T'acknowledge and hide off--oh if ye knew!
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Oh my, oh my.
The Light Is Full of Hope
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXCIII)
Oh tender hours of waking hope! T'avail
Is like a breath of heart'ning air; suspense
Alive and dancing in the eye fr'intents
Of dearest Spring, whose golden glance' detail
Is fragile yet full with sheer hope, the pale
Light laden with that notice e'en from thence
As gloaming haunts this joyous day, like hence
It won't be long til life abounds, as't hail.
These naked woods own sapphire blue in tour
And I'm content to watch because all woo.
The forecast sez t'will freeze oernight in poor
'Scuse for late pleasures waltzing hope, yet to
Effect as Winter's wont, whose treach'rous tour
Warms but to freeze all puddles. Say I knew.
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Oh the eye of such hours, how it whispers in your heart of all we sought. Too fun, eh? Enjoy?!
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Inspiring and emotional sonnets about the nature and life, a lovely read.
Thank you so very much! You're too sweet.
Aww, you're very welcome!
I thought at first it was the topic and imagry but then realized that these two were worded so poetically that I could not hold back a fave
I am/was, trying to compute the northern hemisphere seasons, in my scattered mind. Right, it's halfway through winter, sorry just imagining a scene. Enjoy
Well, I'm barely tolerated by any face to face when I assert that February 1st is actually the first day of Spring, but it's true. If you read Shakespeare's sonnet beginning with "Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day--" he references May. When I finally realized that several years ago and read his sonnet more carefully, I realized that what I'd felt in my bones yet resisted annually was actually true. Of all the lies they taught us growing up, the twisted beginnings of seasons wasn't ever undone, unless you look. Anyway, I'm overtired from not only two days of third shift, but also long, long hours and talking too much. Thank you so very much for your kind comment!
Fine poetic expression in your sonnets Missy. A way to go yet before winter fades into the past and young spring brings forth birth and renewal. Bitterly chill here today. A pleasure to read you. Lovely to hear Vivaldi.
Yesterday morning as I waited in line at the car wash, chattering to my close friend and encouraging her to write poetry again, looking for prompts, against the surly heavens I actually saw budded limbs, trees so full of buds they looked reddish against the greyish racks, and was too excited. With the light Friday and everywhere bursting with cheerful birdsongs, it was inspiring, though shortlived. Thank you so very much for your kind comment.
I hope those buds don’t get a nip Missy. It must have been uplifting to see them. No sign of spring here yet. Ice in the air today. Plenty of layers to keep warm. Bless you.
Yes, I'm likewise desperately hoping against hope these deadly temperatures don't kill the darling buds. Thank you again!
You do a fantastic job with theese sonnets.
You're too kind! Thank you very much!
Wonderful write, my friend. Now, if I wake up on Ground Hog's Day and find myself reading this again, I am going to look in the mirror and make sure I am not Bill Murray! LOL! My "bad" jokes aside, I love these sonnets, Missy. The very title in your first sonnet, let alone the content, filled me with the hope of Spring...drawing closer and closer. Thank you for that much needed reminder! An easy fave for me! 🌹👏
Aww, you're too kind! Thank you, thank you very much!
while burrowed under blankets balled up in a bunch
outside yeti in seventh heaven
as beastie boy
upon pure as the driven snow
huge hairy feet crunch
reverberating across terrain, i gotta hunch
ole man winter still gotta judicious punch.
Whoa! Way too fun and way too cool!!! Oh my, I wanted reply as soon as you commented but delayed for other reasons and now, what an indulgence! Thank you very much.
if attempt made to craft sonnet, i would deliver worse
outcome threatened by critics
madly gesticulating with shaky spear,
nevertheless yours truly (me)
stunned with awe at such magnificent verse,
thus feedback finds me on rare occasion to be terse
smarting with mine narcissistic pride and prejudice i nurse
when death do me part funeral procession
evinced by scant mourners following my hearse
while rigor mortis of mine once body electric
forever frozen with curse
whisked away by grim reaper
ill fate of lovely bones
where dead soul didst exit
found death me not proud averse
when sexagenarian just coming into his stride
rite before refining
former swiftly tailored harried style.
Wowee, not one, but two fun comments. Each on par with the other and the post, thank you, thank you very much!!!
one feels like saying hurray and waltzing now that Spring is fast approaching
beautifully written
Yep. Thank you very much, Madam, you're too kind.
you are most welcome. have a good day
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