Changing

Changing, rearranging
Schemes and themes
Flowing, knowing
I'm here and you're there

Fighting, knighting
Sincere and here
Talking, walking
I'm here and nowhere

Feeling, kneeling
Pain and in vain
Trying, lying
I'm here and will share

Seeking, weeping
Thought and so taut
Feeling, peeling
I'm here and laid bare

©2005 Hey Hey

I love this, my dear friend.

These short lines with their internal rhymes, indeed the concision of the entire structure, the tautness of the design, are satisfying, pleasing to the mind.

I think you are a very fine poet indeed.

I'm just going to put up another o' me own; I hope it's all right (they're gradually getting less bitter, I think).

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie

Very nice of you to say, dear gentleman.

Your sonnets are all superb; some heavenly. Except the one that suggests you are tired of sonnets. You cannot stop! The world's greatest present-day sonneteer has an obligation. You'll just have to fit the other stuff in around them.

This early Sunday morning feels almost like summer, certainly spring. A large, strong sun has risen, the pigeons are hooting and I can see the grass growing from my Observatory!

Good wishes to you, my friend.

Hey Hey