It’s the final day of this action packed poetry course once again and I feel as if I’ve gained much more experience and confidence in pulling off my inner Shakespeare (or what I think I’m like but actually am not…) Fittingly, the final assignment is the most badass and ruthless form of poetry – the sonnet. This is the second sonnet I’ve written in my entire life, which I think was crafted better than the first.
Sonnet No. 1 and a half
Go my friend – go and find your lighted path
That leads you out of the
Shadows of despair
And life’s futile escape
Bask in the glory of
A power higher than your
Mortal magistrate
As the wolf’s lone moon wanes away
So blinded by life’s
Unbalanced nature
Between rigidness and humor
Now, go and catch the dragonflies
And bring back your earnest dignity
Paint a pompous portrait of what you always yearned to be
So glad I caught your post in the commons! This is some inspiration I needed on a rough day.
“…A power higher than your
Mortal magistrate
As the wolf’s lone moon wanes away…” I especially like the imagery these words evoke because of the word choices used to express power. That is skill.