10 years old, playing the king, I tripped over my cape and fell flat on my face.
Everyone laughed.
To this day I can not step on a stage, even to read my poetry, without shaking like a jackhammer.
That was something I never got over. I even did therapy.

But writing poetry is different, my dear Loved, our mistakes are our gains.

I have judged you hard, and others will, but the poet transforms the cape to a jape,
then tries again.

You have noticed my poetic absence for nearly two years? Many considered me a fine poet before that. I'm learning to be grateful for the cape, the tripping over it, the lines missed and the lines gained.

And I think I see you doing it too.

Much love,

Those sonnets ARE a pain in the butt lol. Not so much maintaining form, but trying to keep a natural sounding flow in them (at least to me). By the way, I'm the only one allowed to say ain't and ya'll here lmao.........stan

you know - practice makes perfect they say....

and you never did work on the second verse of your sonnet - so how will you ever get to write one if you don't try?...

love judy
xxxx

The great Bard is laughing and I hear him,
though we are 60 miles from his home,
you know he died, and is free to roam,
I hope that he will visit you,
to show you a sonnet true.
But you need to think
and see things through.
It is to work you must go
and write a sonnet just so...
Yours Ian.T