Sonnets

Sonnets: Sonnet Filling My Eyes with Goodness

Memories of England sneak through the waves, Riding thousands of miles on rough seas. The beginnings of a quiet life frees The mind to carry what is in the grave. To remember the sacrifices made. The wind chills; the sun tries to help me breathe. Sometimes it is difficult to believe All the different gifts I had to…

Sonnet of Filling My Eyes With Goodness

Today’s Sunday Sonnet takes me to a moment in time when I lived in England. Again, I hope you find it one of the best contemporary, original sonnets out there. MEMORIES OF ENGLAND SNEAK THROUGH THE WAVES, RIDING THOUSANDS OF MILES ON ROUGH SEAS. THE BEGINNINGS OF A QUIET LIFE FREES THE MIND TO CARRY…

Tomorrow Sonnet

Time for another Sunday Sonnet. After a week away, I am back on track. Enjoy. I CAN WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW, I SAY. OF COURSE, TOMORROW NEVER COMES, YOU SEE. LONG AS A PIECE OF STRING, THIS MYSTERY. I GO ON TELLING MYSELF THIS EACH DAY, BUT TOMORROW IS A LIFETIME AWAY. SO GOES ALL CONGRATULATIONS…

Sonnet of a Day Without Sunshine

Here I give you another Sunday Sonnet that I hope provokes strong emotion. I THINK THERE IS A PSALM FROM EACH SONNET. TEN THOUSAND MILES CONNECTING THE PHRASES OF JOY AND SORROW, PRAYERS AND PRAISES FROM A TONGUE THAT SPEAKS QUITE HARSH BUT HONEST. TRAVEL THE DISTANCE OF ONE EACH MOMENT. IT IS POSSIBLE TO…