Well hello there friend. How are you doing today? Very well I hope.
Thanks for stopping by, your presence here always fills me with gratitude.
This year, I shed a tear not only in honor of those who lost their lives to the global pandemic that’s taken the world by storm, but also for all those times I missed out on blogging.
I won’t beat myself up too much for not blogging as much as wanted to, instead I’ll prime myself to be a better blogger next year.
It is exactly because I haven’t been blogging consistently, however, that I’m really appreciative for the fact that my blog has kept on growing.
It is because of people like you who take time out to visit even when I’m not here. For that, I wish you all the best for the coming new year.
For today, I will be sharing a sonnet I composed recently in the hope that it enhances your day in any way whatsoever. If it does don’t be shy to let me know in the comment section, I’m always happy to hear from you.
So without further adue…
‘Oh Ear!’ how happy I am you are here. I know you’ve been by my side my whole life, But before I could never see you clear, So I’d not know if you could hear my voice. But now that I can see you I can say That without you my life would have been dull. I don’t know without you beside my skull If I’d even be able to dance for joy. In fact, I’m not sure I want to find out. I can’t imagine my life without you. A life where to listen I have no clue Will surely lead me to kick the bucket For life’s a song and it demands dancing But I can’t dance if I’m not listening.
Shall i thank thee for being good to me? When times were tough and most men were quite rough In stuffing ideas of who i should be Down my throat so that i will want to cough. When times were tough – like a desert in drought The oasis of my dreams started to dry Up faster then a speeding car on route To clinic for there’s an emergency. – You were good to me like the men that bring Items of aid to the victims of war, So i know in this poem, that’s the one thing I will have to thank thee deeply for, for You were to me a good Samaritan That warmed my life, better than summer can.
Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. The rhythm of which i compared to a broken drum. Till in my life you came and made it start to dart. Like strings from a harp when the bard makes them thrum.
The music it makes, makes me want to sing. Along to the song that you inspired with your love. A song fit for the ears of many a queen 'nd king. As well as the halls of GOD's in the sky above.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. And i knew not whether it would be made to dance. A merry jig the masses would consider Art. Or one that would make many want to shift their glance.
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart. Which before you came, was clearly being torn apart.
Shall i, compare thee to a dream of Spring? For when i entered a state of slumber My melancholy mood, began blooming Into a mood, that brought fourth its flower. Thou art more sweeter than a buzzing bee. A conquerer; more regal than a queen. Pollinating my sadness into glee. Turning the dry desert , of my heart green. Of you, the very air must be jealous. Scent from heaven; thou aroma will lure Many men to come your way and make fuss. In illness, hoping you will be their cure. But alas; i awoke from my slumber Feeling cold from the bold bitter winter.