Thursday, November 15, 2012
Missed the Crescent Moon (Sonnet)
I recently learned that I will probably have to move from this wonderful Carriage House on the hill. At first I accepted it and began to explore new places. I will again, of course, but this morning in the gray and chilly weather, the overall mood prompted this verse. I decided to break up the stanzas of my Sonnet into four acts--a play-like structure--to denote the lapse of time in this pensive, but creative, state. The sadness will pass, I am sure.
Act I Dark, but awake
Missed the crescent moon; I’ll tell you why:
My heart just turned the corner on her joy;
Explication, sure—instead I lie;
I’m one with talking winds, that age-old ploy.
Act II Inside and outside
Trees repeat my gloom, their spindly game;
I’m glued to music, art—romantic love,
When suddenly I jump the tears, the frame;
Leap into life and see the first gray dove.
Act III A little later
Digression rules my hours, I overlook
Small tasks that hooked my day on something real;
Standing near the stove, its mouth that cooks,
Yet I’m the soulful stomach, nix the meal.
Act IV Next night, repeats...
Can’t get my arms around the chilly air;
I feel it grimly moving; don’t know where.
Kay Weeks, poem and photos
November 15, 2012