How does the Earth begin its spin each day?
With constancy it turns to seek the light
of sun, then sister stars dance in their way
sparkling the darkling, glimmering the night.
And with these sights, so constant and so true,
the physics of space, the motions that trace
the course of years, our course, being with you
through sorrow, more joy, a smile on your face,
even as lines delve deeper, gray grows hair,
the trees once green are dusted with the snow,
fledglings feather-wing themselves in the air
catching the currents, soaring through wind-blow—
and I watch the river glow as it flows
reflecting dreams, life, us, endures and goes.
My attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet for Ingrid’s EIF Sonnet Sunday for Valentine’s Day. I don’t quite have the meter right, but it’s a first draft and written at 6 AM. Anyway, Happy Valentine’s Day!
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I love your comparison of love through the years with the turning of the earth towards winter: suitably Shakespearean! I also like how you brought the river in at the end, thank you Merril 😊
Thank you very much, Ingrid. 😀
Sounds lovely to me, Merril. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Thank you, Jill! And to you!
A wonderful capture of love through time and space … and a treat for the day. Happy Valentine’s Day, Merril.
Thank you very much, Frank. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and Ms. Angle.
And to you and Mr. Merril.
😀
The life of a year as a lifetime’s love – and the rhyming is perfect.
Thank you so much, Derrick!
It flows, just like the river, and the meter is just a question of tweaking.
Thank you! 😀
Flows great! Enjoyed the imagery and wordplay here!
Thank you very much, Tricia!
Well I for one, think this is lovely. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and Doug!
I would be terrified to even attempt a Shakespearean sonnet!
Aww–thank you so much, Dale!
My pleasure! 🙂
How beautiful! This is not an attempt, this is a masterpiece of the Shakespearean sonnet form. You are fantastic at writing sonnets. 😀
I really loved these few lines:
“the trees once green are dusted with the snow,
fledglings feather-wing themselves in the air
catching the currents, soaring through wind-blow—”
They’re perfect and they flow smoothly. It’s all lovely.
Thank you so much, Lucy. I have to remember to call on you when I need an ego boost. ❤️
A well aged love–so good to see. Reflected in the cosmic turnings. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe!
I, for one, am not one to quibble over form. You’ve captured the spirit of the Shakespearean sonnet and done it beautifully. I just love the metaphor of the fledgling followed immediately by the glow of river.
Thank you very much, Liz. This one seemed to come together more easily than others. I’m pleased you enjoyed it.
You’re welcome, Merril. I’m please I enjoyed it, too!