Moody Musings
It's been another lovely day, yet after two tributes yesterday to such delights, I was dragging my feet about doing so again. Something chancing to break that pleasure, the previous sonnet composed itself handily. Thinking on how to introduce it, this began. Stopped in the first quatrain and cheered by some of the scenery's cheer, I wrote the sestet, and finished the octet to match. Like it?
(sonnet # DLVII)
Don't ask me "What's the problem?" nor inquire
As if it matters since I've oft told you
Ere now and you don't care. This navy hue
That comes and goes; that seems to e'er conspire
Against a sunny day, to quench dream's fire
In grave dismay; that often seems t'undo
The delicate joys' merry sphere, sneaked through
To trounce delight by crushing dear desire.
Yet rumpled lawn with last year's leaves' debris,
Its faded yellow with their rusty tan;
Exposed roots' knotty grey brown, romance' key,
Enchant with fanciful touch as I scan
Them briefly, more intently chance to see
What often cheers to lighten blue's drear span.
20Feb12
D110b
great sonnet.
This is a second reading poem it opens more slowly than the other ,but it is also more delicate ,I find it to be. most lovely
Yes, nice again.