Poetry Friday -- A Crown of Sonnets

[liz_scanlon]

 Last November, I got this crazy notion to kick-start a collaborative poetry project.

And let’s make it, ummm, formal poetry. 
Sonnets, let’s say.

And the collaborators should be, oh, I don’t know, how about a bunch of writers, most of whom have never met except online. And they won’t meet during the project and many may never meet after. And let’s

Comments

[rumphius]

I love your sonnet, but it's buried here and not getting the attention it deserves. We've all been able to highlight our work. I hope you share your separately so everyone can see how lovely it is.

My favorite part is this.

But quantitative claims define one bit
of me. Much deeper, stretching ‘gainst my skin
with all the effort of the waxing moon,
the greater self to whom I must commit.

That waxing moon is such a great metaphor for stretching and growing. I'll say it again. This has been an amazing adventure, and I'm glad you invited me to tag along!

[saralholmes]

I agree. And I'll add: "My name will be too small to hold me soon" slays me, every time. Every time.

[liz_scanlon]

Thank you, Sara. **smooch**

[liz_scanlon]

I'm not feeling the need for my own spotlight, Tricia, I assure you. I'm just so happy about the whole thing that that'll take me all the way to Sunday, I promise. But thank you. And, btw, you hardly tagged along! You delivered me the perfect stepping off point for sonnet #4!!

[kellyrfineman]

The waxing moon imagrey gets me too. All that burgeoning development (physically) and the stretching & growing you mentioned, plus the tidal-pull and hormonal associations really resonated for me as an adult reader. And I think teen readers will/would respond to it too, although maybe without being able to articulate quite why.