Monthly Archives: August 2014

August 30: Two-Ton Golden Retriever

One-horned rhino at the San Diego Zoo.
Though Ogden Nash called you a homely beast
And intimated you’re preposterous
I do not find you either in the least,
You perfect, ponderous, single-horned rhinocerous.

So fond of praise and petting you endure
With your prehensile upper lip, high fives
By which sweet turnip slices you procure,
Though they are not essential to survive.

Yet thanks to those who think your horn is magic
Though it’s composed of only keratin,
Which makes up hair and fingernails, it’s tragic;
Your numbers dwindle, to the world’s chagrin.

With untold gratitude do I behold
Your ears when sunshine turns their fringes gold.

August 29: Something Like a Star

The beauty of a star is best admired
Through distillation of the atmosphere,
So purest light may grateful eyes inspire
When it in darkened firmament appears.

Though from a distance it may seem perfection
A star might crush you with its gravity,
Starve you in shadow with its pale reflection,
Or burn you with its light’s intensity.

Scorn not your ideal orbit of the sun
Whose brightness feeds your body, mind, and soul.
Though seasons pass as revolutions run
Its warmth and light your weary heart consoles.

Remember: when regarded from afar
Your sun is someone else’s distant star.

August 28: Do You Want to Write a Sonnet?

As every English student has found out,
A sonnet can be writ by anyone-
From rhyming word pairs inspiration sprouts,
Resulting in a bit of scanning fun,

And pride in saying, “Look at what I wrote!”
Enjoying kinship with great wordsmiths past,
Since, thanks to Shakespeare, sonnets form connotes
Refinement, passion, cleverness, and class.

Now, since you know the baics of the craft,
And your successes cannot but impel
You onward, you are competent to draft
Sestinas, ballads, odes, and villanelles.

Don’t be intimidated. Sit. Think. Write.
It’s pretty much what I do every night.

August 27: On Villanelles, or, No Villanelles

It was suggested that my daily sonnet
Is insufficient challenge- I should spread
My wings and place a feather in my bonnet
By writing daily villanelles instead.

The form demands two oft-repeated rhymes
To end five three-line stanzas, two refrains,
Each of which is repeated several times
And finally finished off with a quatrain.

To write just five more lines in every day
Might seem a fairly trivial expansion,
But repetitious forms bring me dismay,
As well as fewer rhymes and unclear scansion.

While villanelles enjoy some notoriety,
I much prefer the fourteen-line variety.

August 26: The Yoke is Easy

As one who walks two dogs when one dog balks
And lags behind to seek enticing scents,
The other pulling forward as she stalks
Her feline quarry, such is the suspense

Of living with one foot firmly on earth,
Accepting obligations of that life,
Though dull, because one understands the worth
Of duty when it minimizes strife-

But at such times the striving soul will see
Those who have made a living at their dreams
And disregard pernicious jealousy
Which whispers that it’s perfect as it seems.

To know no life’s protected from despair
Makes compromises easier to bear.

August 25: Ad Lib

Through force of Will came sonnets into being,
Deliberately chosen as a form
Requiring glibness, and perhaps foreseeing
The poem’s liberation from the norm-

Instead of celibate and mannered verse,
That rarely touches on libidinous matter,
These sonnets are both liberal and perverse;
A library of flippancy and smatter.

Like Caliban on Sycorax’s isle,
I take great liberties to claim descendence,
With quodlibets, the mantle of Will’s style,
Though fallible to pride and lacking essence.

My caliber’s discernible through bluster
Even within this yearlong filibuster.

August 24: A Deep Breath

To breathlessly anticipate new faces
And tales carved out from layers of history
With playfulness in interstitial spaces
While solving a dramatic mystery,

But then receive a quite familiar setting,
Recurring characters, gambits, and tropes,
As well scale issues that could use vetting-
Was it constructed just to dash my hopes?

What cynic put such petty thoughts inside
The womens’ heads and had them fight in leather,
Thus stopping them from walking alongside
The hero? I hope this is no bellwether.

Yet I enjoyed this Doctor’s first appearance
And sit in hope of much improved coherence.

Inspiration: Doctor Who series 8 premiere.