[no, I'm NOT smug...just, you know]
Don't Look at Me: I Told You So
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXIII)
Why's Summer barking at the door to scale
Ere thin ice has e'en melted?! As if thence,
Sans aught permission, all moves with a sense
Tis here or gone ere we knew to avail
Ourselves, Favon'us haunts both lea and dale,
Sweet flowrs in hand with soft bouquets fr'intents
Behind his back, like some coy suitor, whence?
But Spring is here and waltzing, likeas bail.
From Barry's with both shortbread and in tour
A wedge of Brie, throw salads mixt up to
Effect, and egg rolls, Cheer'os, and yes, fer
All that Chobani in for breakfast through
Lunch, and I have no time. Tis cold?! what were
The temps that outdoors is no freezer 'new?
23Feb25a
...trying to grow up, sorta.
I'm But A Sorry Child, It Seems
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLIV)
How ev'ry cherished season waits fr'intents,
Then is quite gone ere I knew to avail
Me in its tender moments, aught detail
'Non winking at me from aught coverts, dense
With import, whilst I feign I've no defense,
To find, forsooth, tis true?! Where turn? I'm frail,
Yet hope is not, but stronger; joys maunt fail
But are on ev'ry side, til what's pretense?
Fooled by the hasty impulse, all'd bestir
And told me so, yet neighbors swore's untrue.
I let suspense eat at my placid tour
Of minutes til, how all's in full swing through
The weeks, and swears I ver'ly knew. Twas poor
To doubt. Forgive me, LORD. All wait on You.
23Feb25b
splash in the pan as they term it?
How February Seems Short-Lived
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXV)
It could be Summer from the light's detail.
White snow in view negates such notions hence,
But for the moment, how it flirts with sense
Til I'm persuaded, though by halves, t'avail
Me, 'cept I'm on the clock. Third shift sans bail
Tonight, guess sleep is short-lived til fr'intents
The morrow, much as I HATE that. Defense
Thee 'lone, oh LORD, let aught praise Thee nor fail.
So much for MY plans. With a view as t'were
Of May or June, I'm half mixt up. Where to?
I need to craft tea-lemonade in tour,
Or else the morning will be left to rue
My failures. One hour left and half, bestir
In me to seek Thy face and wait on You.
23Feb25c
...now I could.
Erst Wont to Dream, If Only
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXVI)
Oh let me watch whileas the light doth fence
These wastes in sweetness, shadows silent, pale
And stretched across the face of now in frail
Grey, as the afternoon seems paused fr'intents;
As life is but a picture, though from hence
We breathe and move, where ev'ry last detail
Is calm and waiting on Thee, LORD. Avail
Me now where haste eats at me, asking whence?
If only I could lose me here as t'were,
Forget all else nor be the prey, but through
These charming minutes be myself in tour
Back in my father's house, where aught I knew
Was framed by love. How nothing seems to stir,
Although the shadows grow. Let me wait You.
23Feb25d
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
Orchi has got his hymns and you have divine sonnets 🙏🏻🕊️
Aww, you're too sweet! Thank you.
The passage of time and seasons noted in these poems nicely stated with beautiful images. Does this speak to metaphor and the cycles of life as well? A good read
Tremendous work on the sonnets.
Thank you very much!
February does seem short-lived, though, right? Like did it happen already? Where did it go? Wonderful sonnets as always, my friend! ❤️🙏
Thank you very much!
You are welcome, my friend!
Had a big burp after the first, and until I found relief in that craft tea, February passed me by.... well rendered and all that, Missy.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Lovely image's as time and life gradually passes by, enjoyed the reads
Thank you so very much, Sir.
You are very welcome
Jeez, I just digested a whole year divided into perfect bite sized quarters in just under one whole minute .. & then enjoyed it all over again .. Bravo ma'am these are individually super & collectively supper-sonnets that can & should be enjoyed any time of day or night even ... Neville
Aww, you're too sweet! Thank you so very, very much!!!
Beautiful and contemplative sonnet!!!
Thank you.
When I read your wonderful sonnets Missy, I can be sure to find the mention of delicious food. Brie, salads, egg rolls and shortbread, lovely. I think I will pay you a visit.
Your life in a bevy of sonnets. You do it so well Missy. I have to say, I am perfectly happy to see the back of February and welcome the mention of spring.
Enjoyed your quartet.
Thank you so very, very much, Ma'am, you're too kind.
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