Oh, sonnets. I really do love a good one, both classic and modern. And I really, really can’t write one. But no better time than the poem-a-day challenge to try new things. Here’s my treacle-filled (kids will do that to you) take on today’s Writer’s Digest prompt to compose a sonnet:
To Our Girl
You arrived on a sunlit summer day
Lilac morning, soft after howling night.
Round eyes alert, learning how to convey
the bliss of being, the journey to light.
How soon we knew you, felt our hearts entwine.
Yet the fear took hold, snaked under our skin,
the burrowing worry passed through blood lines.
How we learned to nurture, let you begin.
The temptation to cling, to hold you tight
but you leap into a world uncharted.
Each time you return, touched by delight,
imagination sparked, independence started.
Seven years of wonder, watching you grow.
All we’ve discovered, so much yet to know.
Sometimes a sonnet by name is no sonnet at all, yet tries to be more. I’m posting this, “Sonnet #1” which is really not the best thing famed Alberta poet Robert Kroetsch ever wrote. Why post something “meh” by a man who wrote so many wonderful things? Because it makes me feel better to know that great writers still produce bad writing from time to time. And I still think it’s fun poem.