Risk a Verse: A Year in Daily Sonnets by Libby Weber

Deeply touched and THRILLED by Lorrie’s kind words about my Snape sonnet!

Lorrie Kim

The Prince

From squalid soil a shriveled sapling sprang,

Which grew into a convoluted tree,

Whose listless leaves from blackened branches hang,

And twisted shape compels the birds to flee.

It gives no shade or succor to the tired,

And bears no fruits or flowers on its limbs.

Abhorrence and disquiet it inspires,

Except in those who offer it a hymn.

For though the tree fell many seasons past,

In falling, it revealed its fortitude,

For fire, disease, and drought did it outlast,

And by its loss, the forest was renewed.

And in the spring, when sunshine melts the snows,

Within its limbs, a silver lily grows.

I first encountered Libby Weber because of a shared interest in Snape. Over years of enjoying her writing, I was impressed by her deftness with poetry and the consistently high bars she challenged herself to clear, just for fun. I don’t know how…

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Lost Time

It's both strange and wonderful, after a year of writing daily sonnets, not be be writing daily sonnets. One would think that my post-sonnet-project schedule would feel less daunting, and yet anybody who knows me well knows that I'm happiest when I'm busy doing things that I love. So I've been no less busy this … Continue reading Lost Time

A Bribe For My Kind Editor, or Pony Up

Your shaggy, winsome countenance belies A strength borne out of harsh austerity Unparalleled, comparative to size, A product of your insularity. Your humble, compact form inspires delight, Small children are entrusted to your back-- Beloved pets, devoted guides, despite Strong will, which manifests in training's lack. And yet I cannot look into your faces Without … Continue reading A Bribe For My Kind Editor, or Pony Up