Sometimes I find it hard to find my inspiration... but after writing a poem the other day (which I will post up at a later date because I'm holding onto it to myself til I present it to the "Broken Quill") I discovered my muse is really there all along. I'm hoping to be able to write more of these in the future.
Yes. I love sonnets. Yes I love Shakespearean style sonnets.
Yes I'm a Shakespeare geek.
But enough about me... onto the poem. This one is dedicated to my husband.
I used to lay staring up to the skyAnd let the petals fall upon my face.Spring snow of cherry blossoms fly by.I’d roll over, nestle in your embrace.Sometimes I fear that when I turn you’ll beLong gone, out of touch, so far out of reach,And yet you’ve shown this wrong, you cling to me.I’ve taken you for granted, then I leech.I’ve taken it all and given none backAnd you still remain constant like the spring.Protect me from my mind’s constant attack.Show me strength my love, my everything.I used to lay staring up to the sky.Spring snow of cherry blossoms fly by.---