Sonnet To My Soulmate - Sonnet No.9

For Mike

Dear skin and hands and all things sweet and pure
containing legends deep within the bone,
and holding old romance in their allure
pull me in dreams of you and me alone –

Alone in white rooms, fantasized by me;
alone in orphaned gardens, saved by you;
alone in white-washed castles by the sea;
alone in meadows pale and soaked in dew.

The beauty of your life is intricate
although you may not see its rambling grace;
you’re made of candlelight and fires lit
to warm the pallid shadows on my face.

My spirit flies to you and now I’m whole,
and sweetly, gently, I embrace your soul.

Sonnet 3

Sonnet to Sleep

Oh, sweet eleison night, you promise sleep

with silver moon orb'd bright within her sphere;

and dreams that come to sleepers slumb'ring deep

- so lost within their realm away from fear.

The Muse of Dreaming enters through the eyes

so gently closing lids and hiding light:

her voice, in whispered song, will hypnotize

and bring her happy sleepers sweet delight.

The darkling night is fleeting and does fly

into the rosy hue of morning's spell;

the night is delicate and swiftly dies

and morning creeps in rooms where dreamers dwell.

Oh, gentle Muse that charms the world to yawn

why won't you come to me before the dawn?!

A Century of Sonnets

Before I begin to post my own sonnets on this page, I would like to introduce you to the project my friend Jen and I started this year - and the history behind it.

In the 1800s, poets used to hold "competitions" of sorts, each vying to be the first to finish 100 sonnets. A poet who had written 100 sonnets was said to have written "a century of sonnets."

My fellow writing friend, Jen DeBellis, and I decided to relive the tradition of the long ago, and our challenge is to each write 100 sonnets within this year. You can find Jen's work on her blog: http://jenshead1.blogspot.com/

I'll be posting my Century of Sonnets as it progresses, but only sonnets relevant to this particular blog. I hope you will read them with an open mind, as I'm a mere student in the wonderful literary world.