Sonnet 0001

Sonnet 0001 by ~~David Hoffmann


The warmth of holding your  so-- gentle hand...
and gazing depth of blue and glim’ring eyes,
brings joy to mind in my now-- barren-- land.
I journey ‘neath the dark and star-filled  skies...
and amble down the bleak and lonely path.
The wind in trees now speaks of my lost love.
My past now haunts me, like smoldering wrath.
Your calming voice is dying now  above.
My heart has longing since did you depart,
this starving aching need will never end.
You left my lonely, bleeding, broken heart.
With mighty sword, I smite for you, I fend.
On thy cold steel... I fall for you my love,
now free to join you, soaring like a dove.

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This was the first attempt I ever made at writing a sonnet.

This  sonnet was written at a Valentine’s Day sonnet
workshop. The class consisted of one hour of discussion
of the sonnet form, forty-five minutes of writing time and
fifteen minutes for class participants to read their poems.
I was amazed that some of the writers were able to
complete their sonnets in that time frame.

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Here is a comment I received from the teacher for my sonnet.

Wow. Yes — your method worketh. What a lovely, lovely piece. I love the line "My past now haunts me, like smoldering wrath.”  interesting switch in the middle from soft and ghostly to anguish. Very nice. Thanks for sharing it with me. Bravo!