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First Sonnet Done!!!!
11/05/2002 03:53 a.m.
After weeks of incubation and learning about the sonnet form, I finally finished my first sonnet just about five minutes ago. I have been searching for a metaphor to speak of the complexity of love in a longterm relationship where hurts and disallusionment sometimes cause two lovers to wall each other off. Beyond that, I wanted to express the the grace of intimacy that can occur when the two are willing to listen and set aside their own agenda and egos. But I didn't want to speak in such analytical terms. Sooooo I was looking for a methphor to get me into these ideas in a creative way. Texas has been experiencing an unusually rainy autumn. The skys are pregnant and birthing millions every hour - sometimes in the form of mist and drizzle, sometimes in nights of gentle rain, and then delluge after delluge soaks the ground, and run-offs cause flash flooding and havoc. So there it was Sunday morning... right outside the "sun" room... more rain and soaked dead leaves that get tracked into the house and cars. Then Helen and I started talking about saturation... I asked her what she thought of saturation. She saw it as a good thing. It means the soil (herself) is getting what it (she) needs. I saw it as an irritating thing... the soil has had enough! The inner ions are spent. Now let's go on to something else... sure, a little afterglow is wonderful, but enough is enough. I asked her where she think her conception of saturation cames from and she said... her family of origin... ten kids... they could never get enough! I thought it might have more to do with gender. Guys dip in and and then out... (generalization of course) and women want to savor and let the love saturate their being. So... there... I had my poem. But it took a day and a half to get the words in decent shape. Right now I am reasonably satisfied. I started out wanting to write an Italian sonnet, but it just wouldn't happen, and the poem insisted on leaving its Petrarchian germination and fly northwest to England and the Shakespearean form. I am sure I violated some of the rules, but this is my first effort and I figured folks would cut me some slack. I feel good. Now I can go to sleep and rest quietly. Horrraaaay!
I am currently Refreshed
I am listening to the soft hum of the computer and the clock telling me: IT'S LATE

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