Tuesday, February 7, 2012

To be or not to be...

a cliche.  This is a sonnet I had to write for one of my English classes.  While it's not something I normally write, I liked the sound of it.  It is true Shakespearean form.

Oh sorrow filled eyes begin to show the pain.
My petite mouth bows; forms but cannot speak.
His brown eyes shimmer like an afternoon creek.
Posture carries the secure playful vein.

Lack of power fills no interest feigned.
Strange fascination, part of his mystique.
Attraction is fierce, my resolute weak
From his questioning glance. I must abstain.

For him I ride upon a great dark horse.
Giving over to the power of Fate.
Swallowing pride, I submit and I force.
emotions to the surface; Am I late?

Breathe slowly, stop, look shy, and wait a while.
One final glance into his face and smile.

Time is my enemy.

One of my new year's resolutions was to get back into creative writing.  I've used the excuse about being in school these past couple years to avoid it.  Only part of that is true.  I do have a hard time switching from academic writing to creative writing but that's an excuse.  I should practice a well loved hobby as anyone does.  When you love to read, you read.  Why not write?  Nerves?  It never stopped me before.  I never wanted to publish, only write.  I could say it's fear that I am not creative but I do not give my mind permission to even explore any longer.   This year, I hope to change that.  While I'm writing things with my romantic partner, I wish to explore this alone.