Lenten Sonnet #7

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been posting. I was on Spring Break in Colorado, and I didn't have a lot of time to get on here and blog. But now that I'm back, I'll make up for the time lost. This post is going to have several of my sonnets. Technically, I have to post 15 sonnets, but I don't think you all want to read 15 sonnets. I'll post a few to make up for the days I didn't blog. Here it goes!


Life is a Mystery (5/3/10)
Living in a world full of mysteries

Forces one to search for the right answers;

Do we know about others’ histories?

The unknowns of the earth grow like cancers;

What is the meaning of this well-known fact

That so many know but can’t understand?

Why did he commit that murderous act?

We cannot force the truth; do not demand

Others to explain it to you clearly

Because opinion means nothing to you;

The act of discovery is merely

A small answer, incomplete and in lieu

Of the more comprehensive thought ingrained

In the mind of the thinker still untrained.

Line (8/31/10)

A simple figure can be so complex

As perception distorts its plain meaning;

The topic, as natural as reflex,

Gives way to another’s intervening.

Strict and straight, or curved, or in a spiral,

Or connected in such a way as one;

Can be quite harmless or even viral

Like the rays of the serene setting sun.

Leaving you there, only a starting point,

From Position A to Position B;

Colliding from two ways, making a joint

Decision, upon which, hard to agree.

Nonetheless, directing you is a path

Toward tranquility or enraged wrath.

Seven Days (8/31/10)

Every Sunday, I go to Church and pray.

I will drink the wine and consume the host.

Waking up Monday just gives me dismay

Because it is the day I loathe the most.

Sometimes Tuesdays give me gladness and GLEE,

But other times I feel indifferent.

Wednesdays, at the top of the hill I’ll be

To tumble down while drifting to the tint

Of Thursdays. I’ll watch my favorite shows.

See the horizon and its setting sun.

And then Monday’s chaos will decompose

As Friday is all about having fun.

Saturday is bittersweet for Michael

Since he knows he will repeat the cycle.

Tissue Box (8/31/10)

Sigh and cry: that was all she did that day.

No friends, no family, no one present

To guide her through the confusion and mess

That clouded her sight and the world around.

Lying down on her bed all afternoon,

Refusing to see the light and get out;

All she had with her was a tissue box

That meant more to her than her colored socks.

Ready to express her anger and SHOUT,

She needed to run outside very soon.

The necessary help she quickly found.

With pen and paper, began to confess;

To the house of the one she hurt, she went.

Asked for forgiveness to make things okay.

NoSeparation (9/1/10)

Givethemsome s p a c e; it’sgettinghardtobreathe

Withyoualwaysstandingrightbesideus.

Youragitationcausesustoseethe,

Andyou’realwaysmakingsomecrazyfuss.

Step away; perhapstwoorthreemeters

Shouldbeenough,soyoucanlive alone

Forawhile.Wearesurelynotcheaters,

Sodonotkeepcallingusonthephone.

Wewantyoutoliveyourownlife apart

Fromthelivesyoutendtostaysocloseto.

Offeryourselfasurprisingrestart,

Andthenallowyourselftotravelthrough.

You’ll learn that s e p a r a t i o n is not bad

When you maintain connections you once had.

I have run out of sonnets that I have written in the past, so it's time to write new ones! Get excited!

Have a great day and live life! - Vivevitaphilia