A silent moment, calm, relaxed. I write
A story, poems and blogs to clear my brain.
A rush of sweet romance so very trite.
Through silence, screaming wails. I start again.
A silent moment. Peaceful reading books:
Medieval fantasy – a quest for pen
Of mighty stories, hidden by the cooks…
A door now clicks, unlocks. I start again.
A silent moment, stitching pictures which –
Enjoyable despite some stabs of pain.
A needle in the finger, thread a switch.
The dinner bell, it dings. I start again.
A silent moment, look at all this gain.
A sound breaks it. I sigh. I start again.
Poetry 101 wanted us to write a poem using repetition at the beginning and the end of the poem. It was difficult to do it in a sonnet, but I had fun. The topic was supposed to be “pleasure.”