A Sonnet Story

Hi everyone! I'm having a fantabulous day today, and to top it off, a Facebook friend has written a sonnet for me, just for me! The FB friend is Phillip A Ellis, and he asked on his Facebook page who would like to read a sonnet.

I immediately said I would and that I loved sonnets, and then, this lovely little sonnet arrived on my Facebook page. Phillip gave me permission to repost the sonnet, as long as I gave him credit as the sonnet poet.

So here it is, my Sonnet, written by Phillip A Ellis:

"A Sonnet for Carolyn Cordon"

The sunlight's gone, and dipped below the earth,
and many other suns are shining, glitter
high in the dark, transparent sky. Their worth
I cannot calculate, because I dither.

I love the times of night, the hours so sweet
it seems to me the universe is glory
incarnate, and it seems to me to greet
the countless worlds within with untold stories,

but I, I am a poet only, frail
and limited in thought, and weak in rhythm,
and that I wish I were as one more hale
is still (alas) a shameful, guilty given,

but that I have no consequence is balm,
for after me I leave the cosmos calm.

I love many of these lines, and the final couplet really speaks to me!

Iambic pentameter with some some tweaks that certainly don't seem to me to take away from the sonnet. It almost makes me want to write my own sonnet. Maybe tomorrow ...

I'm not sure what prompted Phillip to do this lovely thing. perhaps he will come here and explain what this exercise is all about. Even if he doesn't do that, I'm still thrilled to have received my very own sonnet! So, thank you very much Phillip Ellis!

Group meeting this afternoon 2 May 2013

It was a smallish meeting today, with only Puss N Boots, Alex, Chris and me. We spoke of what we've been doing, read homework as appropriate and then did a writing exercise. This exercise was to write a longer piece (no poetry) using this phrase as the prompt - "Roger didn't know what was going to happen next ..."

Two of us wrote short stories and the other one began a novel. The work written was read, and there will be more work done on the pieces written, or not, as the writers wish. It was fascinating to see where the group members took these words... Feel free to have a go yourself, and bring the work to another meeting!

Puss chose not to write anything, but took an active interest in the proceedings for the afternoon.