Busy Day.
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2002 9:20 pm
It's about time someone offered a sonnet on this section of the message board, but for those seeking "the meaning of life", you won't find it in this poem: it's just a gentle sonnet, one of the most affectionate I've written to date. Critical comments, please.
P.S. I don't divide my sonnets into line-separated stanzas (i.e. 3 quatrains and a rhyming couplet). I've always written them as a single body, with double spacing... it makes for easier reading...I hope!
Busy Day.
The morning's busy, Ciaran: workmen start
by drilling holes to lay long cable snakes
interred with dumper heaps of asphalt, tar
that sticks to soles. Look, see the mess it makes.
The daytime's busy, Ciaran: afternoon
is squeezing sand through toes on Porty beach
as Daddy clutches shoes and Celtic tunes
are closely hummed. Don't wander out of reach.
The evening's busy, Ciaran: people dash
back home, gulp food, eyes glued to videos
while you craft bathtub plots; a bubbly splash
from floor to ceiling, soaking Daddy's clothes.
Our day's been busy, Ciaran, like I said;
and now's the time to put your world to bed.
P.P.S. This sonnet is displayed in 2 nursery schools in Edinburgh, and in Ciaran's bedroom too.....every poem finds it's home.
P.S. I don't divide my sonnets into line-separated stanzas (i.e. 3 quatrains and a rhyming couplet). I've always written them as a single body, with double spacing... it makes for easier reading...I hope!
Busy Day.
The morning's busy, Ciaran: workmen start
by drilling holes to lay long cable snakes
interred with dumper heaps of asphalt, tar
that sticks to soles. Look, see the mess it makes.
The daytime's busy, Ciaran: afternoon
is squeezing sand through toes on Porty beach
as Daddy clutches shoes and Celtic tunes
are closely hummed. Don't wander out of reach.
The evening's busy, Ciaran: people dash
back home, gulp food, eyes glued to videos
while you craft bathtub plots; a bubbly splash
from floor to ceiling, soaking Daddy's clothes.
Our day's been busy, Ciaran, like I said;
and now's the time to put your world to bed.
P.P.S. This sonnet is displayed in 2 nursery schools in Edinburgh, and in Ciaran's bedroom too.....every poem finds it's home.