52 Weeks of Creative: Week 49

A friend of mine is an English major.  She is an excellent poet.  Her influence, along with my brush with Shakespeare the other week, challenged me to try my mind at a poem.

Please don’t read this thinking I know what I’m doing.  I don’t.  I did my best to follow the instructions and example listed here.  This person knows what they are talking about.  Well, I hope they do anyway.  I wouldn’t know either way.

Here’s my first try at a sonnet.  The dark material comes naturally to me and has nothing to do with reality.

He Said

He said, “we all have secrets left to live”
Like unwrapped Christmas presents left to give
We all have dreams to shatter on ourselves
Like broken black gates leading straight to hell

He said, “I’ll tell you what you’ve been given;”
“All the color of life and its dark paints.”
Where have you hidden the burns of your sins?
In bottles of jade like the dreams of saints?

Now you run from the darkness you run and
You hide the hurt in a coat and a smile
You’re running your soul across the miles
You can’t forget you’ve been chosen for trials

I wrapped all the presents I can’t give
He said, “we all have secrets left to live”

As always, feel free to comment with suggestions, feedback or projects of your own!