Friday, January 04, 2008
In the depth of winter's bitter cold
hangs the shriveled red of autumn's seed.
Wandering round the garden's edge, this weed
can not be kept apart; it grows too bold
and knows a raging hunger. An old
heart that answers yet a stronger need
than any gardener's careful plans, indeed
it is a treasure more than gold.
What gem is hidden in this envelope?
Nothing less than the immortal face.
It is a twist of nature's deepest, strongest rope
leading us along the trail of grace;
the hook on which we hang all hope.
The ovum - spark of all life's knitted lace.
......... Andromeda Jazmon
I have a confession to make. This is the first sonnet I have written in over 25 years; maybe it is the first sonnet I have ever written. I foolishly agreed to join in with some of my most admired poet bloggers in the creation of a Crown of Sonnets; in which we each write a sonnet on a theme so that all seven sonnets compliment one another. I don't know what I was thinking. I am afraid flattery in being asked carried me away and blinded me to my weakness. In any case I have been in deep despair ever since as I try to practice writing sonnets and keep coming up with only another haiku-like poem.
What to do? I got a book of garden poetry from my son for Christmas and took it back to the bookstore to exchange it for a book of sonnets. I ordered another anthology of Black poets because one review mentioned some brilliant sonnets by one of the poets. I have been studying the form online. I have been beating my head on the keyboard trying to practice writing rhymed couplets. I am desperate.
Yesterday I was taking photos for my 365 Photo project blog and took a series on these red berries. This morning I woke up thinking maybe I should throw out all the other poor struggling attempts at sonnets that I have wrangled out of my fingers in the last two weeks and meditate on these berries.
Hallelujah! At least I could build a rhyme scheme here! Iambic pentameter fell into place, for the most part. At last, some sort of a a sonnet by the skin of my teeth.
The Friday Poetry Roundup is over at A Year of Reading today. Go enjoy!