Sonnet #33 – the 9th Shakespearean Sonnet on the subject of rediscovering the ability to love I learned there was no place to go called “back” There was no home, no satisfying life my aching bones in rest and labor crack that salted road a portend of Lot’s wife and I cannot return, I cannot … More Sonnet #33 – 9th Shakespearean Sonnet on rediscovering the ability to love

Sonnet #32 – 8th Shakespearean Sonnet on love. Theme: love is a game played to death. Those who survive do not win. This tortured game of love is played to death and one would slay, another slain by it Some seek to crown their head with flowered wreath and not by what they give but … More Sonnet #32 – 8th Shakespearean Sonnet Love is a game played to death. Those who survive do not win.

Sonnet #30 – 6th Shakespearean Sonnet on love and surviving betrayal. Paid Bradychu’r Bardd/Don’t Betray the Bard! Now, “paid â bradychu’r bardd” rolls off my tongue This ancient heav’nly language tells the tale The battles won and battles lost were sung as bards retold the crown lost by betrayal The years have passed. The bards still … More Sonnet #30 – 6th Shakespearean Sonnet Paid a Bradychu’r Bardd/Don’t Betray the Bard!

Sonnet #28 – Shakespearean Sonnet #4 on rediscovering love I decorate my house much like my heart In black and white with just the barest tints With sharp abstractions, parts of broken art and disassociate from nuanced hints These painful memories recalled by black against the white of faithfulness and vows by stark contrast reveal … More Sonnet #28 – Shakespearean Sonnet #4 on rediscovering love

Sonnet #27 – third Shakespearean Sonnet on recovering the ability to love. Here my heart is compared to a leaf driven from the tree in Autumn’s cold wind. O, how you make me quiver as the red and weak’ning leaf upon the autumn’d trees once sapped of strength I’ll fall in browning beds of death … More Sonnet #27 – 3rd Shakespearean Sonnet on recovering the ability to love

Sonnet #26 – Second Shakespearean Sonnet on rediscovering the ability to love again. The carillon, it sings out to my heart an anthem or a dirge upon the hour It calls me to the steps through its dark art and sadness splashed with peace spills from the tow’r For what I’ve lost is sung in … More Sonnet #26 – 2nd Shakespearean Sonnet on Recovering the Ability to Love