Homework WE 17/2/20 - A Poet's Voice
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2020 5:15 pm
Full marks to all of you who managed to write such evocative poetry using the bushfire prompts! I couldn't and I apologise, Maureen, for not participating. We had too many friends affected, and it was all too close to home emotionally for me, I'm afraid.
At the moment I'm revisiting sonnets I wrote some years ago, polishing them up, and adding new ones to my collection. The current prompts seemed to lend themselves to a sonnet - so here goes!
A POET'S VOICE (Petrarchan Sonnet)
(c) Shelley Hansen 3/2/20
They ask me why I write. Perhaps they think
I strive for immortality or fame –
to have an epithet against my name
or teeter on the edge of fashion’s brink.
They do not stop to understand the link
between the mind and heart’s relentless game.
The sky, a tree, a man may spark a flame –
a moment snatched to ponder, just a blink
of poetry in sounds that strike my ears
and teach me how to know myself so well
that I, compelled, must write. I have no choice
as life dictates the stories I should tell.
And so I gather with a poet’s voice
collections of my laughter and my tears.
At the moment I'm revisiting sonnets I wrote some years ago, polishing them up, and adding new ones to my collection. The current prompts seemed to lend themselves to a sonnet - so here goes!
A POET'S VOICE (Petrarchan Sonnet)
(c) Shelley Hansen 3/2/20
They ask me why I write. Perhaps they think
I strive for immortality or fame –
to have an epithet against my name
or teeter on the edge of fashion’s brink.
They do not stop to understand the link
between the mind and heart’s relentless game.
The sky, a tree, a man may spark a flame –
a moment snatched to ponder, just a blink
of poetry in sounds that strike my ears
and teach me how to know myself so well
that I, compelled, must write. I have no choice
as life dictates the stories I should tell.
And so I gather with a poet’s voice
collections of my laughter and my tears.