Rennaisance Man

Yes, I write poetry. I've done it my entire life. Many times, I just write it in my head and move on with my day. Lately, I've wished that I could remember some of the poetry that I wrote when I was younger. My youngest brother came-of-age on myspace, so his poetry will be saved as long as that site lasts. I, however, don't have any of my high school writings anymore.

When Amy and Sam were out of town last weekend I looked through my old boxes in the closet upstairs. Nothing.

So, I figured this is just as good a place as any to preserve my writing. Some of you may think it silly. Frankly, my reader, I don't give a damn.

Since I can't find any of my other stuff, we'll just start over with a sonnet. There will also be the random haiku (usually humor) and free form. The rules of the sonnet mixed with the freedom of words have always appealed to me though, so there will be more of them. Thus, the numbering.

Sonnet I

i watch the leafy green subside to bronze

as summer runs across the blue ocean

the trees cry dry tears as they weep as one

our empty swimming pools collective yawns

the deer born in the spring, no longer fawns

prepare their ground before all is frozen

the branches of the trees keep them hidden

blue snow and ice will last for ninety dawns

oh, summer how your memories will last

like the smell of campfire on sleeping bag

just like the remembrances of summers past

are laced with visions of our spangled flag

that running summer sun, a shadow cast

a chill on naked shoulders now shall lag