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Reading At Table As Breakfast Goes Cold
( a Sonnet )
The early morning’s summer drone,
While reading, has me drift and drowse.
With heat distressing nerve and bone,
I must decline my eggs, and browse.
I sip the oranges of the groves
Which from the glass I feel its breeze,
To graze my hair that slightly moves
And cools the neckline by degrees.
And past the window lies the lake
Where long ago, far back in time,
A tiny girl would kneel and slake
Her thirst for mysteries sublime.
Then comes a moment showers fall,
It doesn’t seem like Spring at all.
The early morning’s summer drone,
While reading, has me drift and drowse.
With heat distressing nerve and bone,
I must decline my eggs, and browse.
I sip the oranges of the groves
Which from the glass I feel its breeze,
To graze my hair that slightly moves
And cools the neckline by degrees.
And past the window lies the lake
Where long ago, far back in time,
A tiny girl would kneel and slake
Her thirst for mysteries sublime.
Then comes a moment showers fall,
It doesn’t seem like Spring at all.
Published 6th Dec 2018
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6th Dec 2018 5:21pm
I found this a beautiful sonnet with a lovely touch of bouncing child-like flavourful wording. :))
6th Dec 2018 5:43pm
Oh my goodness, thank you so much, dear Josh. Such a delightful reception to my ink. You’ve picked up on exactly /some/ of what I felt as I composed. Wonderful connection.
Anonymous
6th Dec 2018 7:00pm
Beautiful Jadey!
I just loved that first stanza, beautifully worded.
Very nice, as usual!
Love,
Bad Puppy.
I just loved that first stanza, beautifully worded.
Very nice, as usual!
Love,
Bad Puppy.
(unintentionally overlooked a few comments that were left for my sonnet, apologies for the oversight...)
Thank you for sharing that with me, Matthew.
Thank you for sharing that with me, Matthew.
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6th Dec 2018 7:06pm
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(unintentionally overlooked a few comments that were left for my sonnet, apologies for the oversight...)
Thank you, dear Jarlath. Mmm, Doesn’t that sound wonderful right about now?
Thank you, dear Jarlath. Mmm, Doesn’t that sound wonderful right about now?
Anonymous
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11th Dec 2018 10:31pm
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6th Dec 2018 9:09pm
(unintentionally overlooked a few comments that were left for my sonnet, apologies for the oversight...)
Thank you, dear poet. You make it sound delicious.
Thank you, dear poet. You make it sound delicious.
11th Dec 2018 10:12pm
6th Dec 2018 10:36pm
Beautifully written, rhymed and warming to the heart. I read this during a downpour around L.A. and it made me forget the rain.
(unintentionally overlooked a few comments that were left for my sonnet, apologies for the oversight...)
Oh my goodness, dear friend, isn’t it almost magical the way a verse casts it spell on a reader? It did to me even as I composed it.
And thank you so much for the RL honor.
Jadey x
My love to Ninja.
Oh my goodness, dear friend, isn’t it almost magical the way a verse casts it spell on a reader? It did to me even as I composed it.
And thank you so much for the RL honor.
Jadey x
My love to Ninja.
6th Dec 2018 10:46pm
This is so beautiful ... there is nothing like viewing the world from a childs eye ... something I try not to lose touch of ..
(unintentionally overlooked a few comments that were left for my sonnet, apologies for the oversight...)
Oh yes, dear Je’, you are so right. I’m grateful for many of my childhood memories still intact, and so in touch with them.
Thank you for your thoughtful words.
Oh yes, dear Je’, you are so right. I’m grateful for many of my childhood memories still intact, and so in touch with them.
Thank you for your thoughtful words.
7th Dec 2018 1:00am
7th Dec 2018 9:56am
