But I'm not planning to celebrate at all.
Tomorrow Is the Freighted Holiday
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDVII)
Back home in good time, grab Panera, hail
Both Peter and dear Tigger, hoping thence
For better, to be quite chagrined whilst hence
Craft breakfast first in lieu of later, frail
As never knowing is't? Then clean t'avail
The bathroom; showr, and have mine for intents,
To find that should be the new rule, defense
For having breakfast served in time, and bail.
Oh me! What happened when the phone'd bestir
Me Monday night for work? Aught that we knew
Turned upside-down, the kittens look as t'were
Askance, nor know I how to mend their view.
This building trust is slow work. LORD, bestir
Thy tender mercies and redeem us too.
03Jul25a
[Don't ask me how I managed to write this when I'm speechless.]
You Leave Me Truly Speechless
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDVIII)
Where I'd not dare to dream, oh! Sweet defense,
Thy mercies, LORD, beyond my wildest scale
Of dreams abound. An email triggers bail,
Quite unbeknownst to me, who knows thence
I should still wait, yet how what? seem from hence
To urge me, "do it NOW." I shall avail
Me if I parcel out each last detail
Methinks, where Valvoline's a coupon, whence?
The oil changed in a trice, I mention fer
All that the rear brakes...and they know what's to
Be fixed; And how it snowballs after. Were
Lo, Robert's fine suggestions with a view
Of sense oer waste what could be had, bestir
That in a blink, til LORD, how we praise You.
03Jul25b
I do. But I donated that bathrobe to her thereafter. [I rejoined Panera's Sip Club cuz it's truly too good to pass up, and well...]
I Still Like My Privacy
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDIX)
Panera once I'm home, the drink I'd hail
As too sweet, then mix to perfection hence
Is out cuz all must order it fr'intents,
And Tigger seems too happy to avail
Us both of time together, that detail
Known as my bathrobe what she'd nestle thence
In, purring warmly, til the showr's pretense,
Since I'd indulge her for a spell as bail.
And thus we spend a half hour in a tour
Of purring and just hanging out, us two,
Til I despair of show'ring. Is it poor
I then escape to fold the laundry? Do
That, pulling out my towel, and she'd bestir,
Meowing when I shut her out. Like, who?
04Jul25a
I did, I truly did.
I Used to Know. Please Ask Me Later
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCDX)
I knew twas Friday when the day fr'intents
Was young, but seems tis Saturday to scale
Somehow, til I'm confused. Yes, I'd avail
Us groc'ry shopping, but the hol'day sense
Swears tis the weekend, til what's not pretense?
If I try to live like it's Friday? Hail
Lo, any sense, and I shall yield. I'll fail
At seeing aught firewerks, I am sure. Defense?
Wake me for third shift while the light is poor
And folk have been a partying like th'ado
Has never been so good til now. They were
On loud erm, speakers as I napped. Shots cue
The thought of those displays. See some in tour
Whileas I'm on the highway. LORD, of You.
04Jul25b
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Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
So nice to be on schedule with all the chores. The familiarity of home and cats and all. A daily routine to make all feel right. Nicely done Chic
It is sounding like a very comfy and pleasurable life, but the way those fluff balls are taking over and ruling the roost, could get messy!!!, have a great weekend, enjoyed the reads
It does become messy, quite naturally, but that's simply part of living with fluff balls. Thank you again so very much, you're too kind.
You are very welcome
Well, of course we would, now that you ask! 🤣 Dearest friend, this whole sequence reads like a lovingly chaotic diary of daily detours wrapped in prayer and Panera! Mmm. I laughed at the bathrobe saga and felt the quiet pang of disorientation on the holiday’s edges. What can I say...you rock as did these sonnets, dear sonneteer! 🌹👏
Oh wow! Thank you! I'm very glad! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
You are very welcome, my dear friend!
The poet writes to process their thoughts and emotions, seeking to capture the beauty and chaos of everyday life while maintaining a sense of humor and reflection. The use of the sonnet form adds a layer of formality and structure to the exploration of these themes, contrasting the ordinariness of the subject matter. I need a nap now, ha!
I'm apparently a slow learner, and this form is perpetually a challenge, familiarity or not. In attempting to accomplish this too many years ago, I told myself, "if you [me] have anything to say, force yourself to say it IN A SONNET." Ergo, thus.
Hope you feel better after napping. Thank you for dropping by and leaving a note.
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