Sunday morning my radio station
Plays the Beatles. One song after another
Drag on heart’s memory if I listen.
Sailing on time’s seas, small boat of wonder
And confusion, of self and future.
I began this journey that is no
Clearer now as I near the distant shore.
The sails are worn, and sometimes I row.
I didn’t like the Beatles much back then,
I wanted something serious, deeper,
Lyrics beyond “I want to hold your HAAAANDD”
Answers in top forty to awaken sleepers.
“You’re gonna carry that weight a long time.”
Long time? I’ve carried that weight a lifetime.
Excuse me for forgetting the word of the prompt. I got wrapped up in writing this messterpiece of the poetic arts.
This is a Shakespearean sonnet, more or less. 14 lines, ababcdcdefefgg. Iambic pentameter (10 syllable lines with the stress on every other syllable, but I’m not a fetishist about that). The final six lines are supposed to set up a situation established by or counter to the first 8 lines. I’m not big on rules, though, other than the rhyme and syllable thing. I’m writing sonnets as a mental challenge, mostly, but once in a while one might be good. I started writing sonnets when I realized I just don’t have much more to say in one of my customary blog posts at the moment.