Literature Entry Week Eight
Hey everyone.
Ok, so that break definitely was not long enough for my liking, so while I struggle to get my mind working again, I shall make this entry short and sweet.
I’ve stolen something from my common place book for this week. It was inspired after reading Sonnet 18 which we had been studying for our discussion. The famous opening line of “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” caught my attention, and I wanted to see if I could write something along those lines, but slightly subverted. I kind of like what I came up with, but any constructive criticism would be more than welcome. But also- because it’s kind of personal, try to be nice? Please and thank you! (I don’t know if ill ever get used to posting the more personal stuff- its so much easier to write my funny little haikus)
My Sonnet 18
By Rebecca Bragg
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art as lovely and mysterious
Your very presence, like the stars, draws my sight
Like the secrets it hides in its midnight blue, you are as curious
Yet while I am refreshed by the evening breeze
Your coldness makes me shiver
Much like wishing on a star, your affection was a tease
And all my wishes you will not deliver
Like the products of an evenings sleep
The idea of you was but a dream
When ripped awake from a trance so deep
The fantasy of you shows its seams
Yet I continue to stare into this evening sky
Under the same moon I know you lie.
This week I commented on Kelly’s journal, which can be found here http://kelsvincent.livejournal.com/15624.html?view=8456#t8456
This was my comment.
Hey Kelly
I liked your musings on death- they sounded a lot like how I feel when I think about it. I’m like you- I don’t like thinking about death, and Id much rather face it when it comes. And it seems kind of strange that all these writers are taking the time to write about the life changing nature of death, when they really could just be out there actually living life, instead of contemplating death. I’m sure when our time comes (and hopefully that isn’t any time soon for either of us) we will be thinking about all the good times we had not taking life seriously, instead of thinking "all those poets were right, I didn’t think about death enough..."
I liked your poem too- I think some poetry is all the more worthwhile when it doesn’t rhyme, because your letting your mind wander creatively without worrying about finding words to rhyme with each other. So yeah I really liked it. More poetry- more!!
That’s it for this week. Until next week
Bec xo