A Stray

I'm sooo ready to be done with high school!  These past few weeks have gone by extremely slowly and I"m just ready to move onto the next stage of life.  I realize my blogging skills about my life are rather dry so I'm going to try and work on my life-blogging skillery.  The main focus of this blog, though, will always be the sonnets, so if you'd rather not even bother reading what I have to stay about my weekly doings you can just skip over this first paragraph. I wouldn't be offended in the slightest.  Now, on to the sonnet.

This sonnet is rather self explanatory as to how I came to write it.  Enjoy!



A Stray

A suckling cat appeared upon my porch.

A stray. I ran for fear it was aggrieved.

Her only ailment, though, now I've perceived

That trembling ember in the fading torch

Of those exhausted yellow eyes that scorch

My soul with warmth, a mother's heart bereaved...

Forgotten. Paw for pittance not received,

And she moves on – the Nature of my porch.

With utter ease my hand did slam that door

Because I did not want that cat to stay.

Oh God! Oh please! Protect her I implore!

I watched her haggard form just slip away

Beyond all sight, beyond all time. No more.

Still I leave scraps of food for Her – a stray.

Completion date: 3/17/2012

Unpublished material, ©2012 Neal Digre

Compendium

It's been a busy week for me so far.  I had a research paper due on Monday and that was a bit of a time vacuum so I didn't have too much time to write sonnets.  Even so, I got one written so I'm pleased about that!  Other than that this week has been pretty normal for me so far.  Oh! Yesterday I read a fantastic book that I highly recommend:  Marco and the Red Granny by Mur Lafferty.  She is also the host of a podcast I listen to - "I Should be Writing" - so it was fun to support her by buying her book.  She mainly discusses writing fiction (something I would like to get into a bit more).  I would like to start work on a short story some time in the near future, but for the present I'll just keep on with my sonnets.

I wrote this sonnet as a bit of a description for this blog... maybe?  I don't know, I just wrote the dang thing.  I hope you enjoy it!

Compendium

To find the place concerning sonnets look

Inside thy soul, thy heart, thy astral mind.

Therein confined discernment freed which shook

Apart somatic chains your self aligned.

This modest quest commenced by those who dare

Disgorge the thoughts concealed and locked away;

Assemble purpose mid these lines to share

And ne'er apply the black and white to gray.

Although innate prismatic turns inflame

The misty path, the trail thus chosen, scribes

Alike know not from whence Ideas came -

The spring that spouts elixir you imbibe.

Unearth this place; so write of gods, of queens,

Of slugs, of man, and all that's in between.

Completion date: 3/4/2012

Unpublished material, ©2012 Neal Digre

Broken Backspace Key

It's Wednesday and I had a short day of school! What could be better?  Well, maybe better if I had actually written a little bit this week, but due to the substantial amount of homework I had... that didn't happen.  I've also just had the general feeling of laziness which isn't conducive to writing sonnets, either.  Thankfully I have a few more sonnets in reserve.

A couple weeks ago my backspace key broke.  It pissed me off so much I had to write about it.  Enjoy!

Broken Backspace Key

O backspace key, convenient there you rest
Within my reach - one move abrupt - my hand
Then hammers down; deletion I demand.
The tainted words to which we all attest,
O blesséd backspace key you did arrest;
And all derision else-ways they'd withstand
Is nothing more than thought in our command.
O backspace key, too much we did request.
O broken backspace key - abused, devoured,
Engulfed in humankind's calamity -
Expose the caustic core. Your wreckage scours
Acidic sludge; reveals our basest plea
Afflicted neath impressions thus gone sour,

Compressed upon you broken backspace key.

Completion date: 2/29/2012

Unpublished material, ©2012 Neal Digre

One-hundred Words

I'll just get right to the sonnet this week.
When I finished the two sonnets before this one I noticed that the word count was hovering around one-hundred, so I decided I wanted to try and write something with exactly one-hundred words.  This is the result:

One-hundred words

One-hundred pleasant words in silence spoke

Among dear treasured friends. One-hundred truths

That faintly yell of chords they may invoke;

No ballad soft e'er dim the eyes of youth.

One-hundred discordant reflections: each invent

Their own. The mirrored souls of all compose

This garden God has sown; discern the scent

Of florid blossoms wan in their repose.

One-hundred senses Earthly bound nest high

Above all time and space. Amid this place

Still buried deep, so deep beneath the sky,

Unearthing injured figures – your embrace.

My love for thee as free as soaring birds,

I dare not limit these one-hundred words.

Completion date: 2/25/2012
Unpublished material, ©2012 Neal Digre