Famliaris as could ever be, A hundred thousand years from lupus split, Beloved canis, lying on my knee, Whenever in my domicile I sit. Your wee black nose, more sensitive than mine A millionfold, and dichromatic vision, Developed for the hunt, these days malign, Most frequently to sirlion steaks and pigeons. I know that the … Continue reading January 4: Sonnet for Giovanni
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January 3: Mising Leter Sonet
As a new standup comic on the stag Whose never-tested japeries fall fat, And facing down the hostile masses’ rag Must tap reserves of courage in his hat- So I, when looking down this rocky rod I took not knowing what would lie ahad, Must persevere, though failure bumps forebod, And hope the hindrances won’t … Continue reading January 3: Mising Leter Sonet
January 1: Sonnet 101
An English sonnet's only fourteen lines, Possessing ten and sixty metered feet, Two stanzas of a thought, then by design, The turn, la volta, where ideas meet. The third quatrain is a kaleidoscope, Through which the prior stanzas can be viewed. And then a couplet which, the writer hopes, Will emphasize or contradict the mood. … Continue reading January 1: Sonnet 101
Libby Weber 