Tonight was the opening of Annie Get Your Gun and it went great! It was really fun being in the pit band.
So for my poem today, I began by just writing what was flowing through my head, but then decided to write a sonnet. (which I haven't done in a long while...)
The format of a sonnet (Shakespeare was famous for these) is a poem 14 lines long, in a 'ABBA, CDDC, etc.' rhyming scheme, ending in a couplet which consists of two lines that rhyme with each other.
There is your English lesson for the day. :)
These hands, with fingers spread
like unfurled petals, have sewn the seed
in spring and pulled the stubborn weed
with grasping fingers from the garden bed.
These hands have cast shadows upon the wall,
been butterflies and birds some countless times,
their shadows cast in playful pantomime,
and flew and chased each other down the hall.
These hands have known the winter cold,
and feared the weary feeling that follows age,
the aches and constant stiffness locks the cage;
feared being trapped in a body growing old.
Do not fear dear hands, of the unknown-
for though you weather, a child’s will grow.