I was heartened to receive a correspondence from someone I consider a good friend. Their support since the early days of my literary journey is a heartening remembrance in those moments of weakness where you wonder why you do this.
They have been quiet as of late, because of the weather in their neck of the woods improving markedly. The awesomeness of Spring, with the dreary colours finally being pushed into retreat by the new cycle of life, and the Sun’s promise of all the Vitamin D your body could possibly soak up, is a siren impossible to refuse.
Shadowoperator’s latest post dealt with a trio of Shakespearean sonnets, moving from the past through to the future. There was a feeling of melancholy through each one, from wasted potential to inescapable torment to inevitable death. From each, the thought of a friend is what shines as a beacon of cheer through the enveloping darkness.
The one thing noted as I read through was the poem structure: fourteen sentences of ten syllables each. The ten is a nice round number to work to, but why fourteen lines? Was there some cosmic force that bellowed “Fourteen lines there must be, young William!”?
Keeping to a somewhat melancholy tone, I had a go at a sonnet. It encompasses the feeling I regularly have as both a family income earner and a parent. As time continues on, we fall back into patterns we shunned when our parents taught us, saying that they were wrong. As soon as we realise our grievous error of giving our parents’ life experiences little to no credit, life provides us with our own children, who do exactly as we did. It really hits home when your own hair starts its turn to grey from parental stress.
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OF LIFE’S LESSONS
Life is a harsh and ironic master
We’re taught to consider others at all times
While seeing those who belittle others
To momentarily quell their own fears
Fitting into the molds of our forebears
We’re pushed out to an unforgiving world
To toil and perform for our daily crust
Attempting to teach our children better
To which they will highlight your weaknesses
To validate a repeat of mistakes
We know what the pending result will be
Yet they expect us to provide comfort
For our love of them we are persistent
Validated when their child does as they did