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"New orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face" Sonnet Orphans There are times when inspiration is too brief (and times when it isn't there at all).The following set of lines are sonnet orphans. They need homes. If you've never tried writing a sonnet before, these orphans may give you a bit of inspiration. Even if they don't inspire, they may help remind you of the sonnet's rhyme and meter. I've included these for a number of reasons. It's easier, I think, to write from a middle than from a beginning, so I thought I'd offer you some middles. It also gives some idea of how I put sonnets together, if you're interested. And finally, I wouldn't mind getting a bit of inspiration from you. If you complete one of these poems and would like to see it displayed here, let me know. Or if you just want to add a line or two. I reserve the right to be inspired by anything you send me, but I promise I won't plagiarize. Lines in parentheses are uncertain. I often return to abandoned pieces and lop them off at the knees. Feel free to start before the uncertain lines, or include them if you like the direction they were headed. Heck you can restart them at any point you wish. So, start writing. Let me know how it goes. If you find some sonnet orphans of your own, and would like to share them, let me know.
Tomorrow, when it comes, he'll love me then, Caress my hair with fingers made of air (And then his eyes will gaze with love again, And I'll forget that he forgot to care.) I rather liked this when I wrote it, but I've never been able to complete it. Perhaps you can.
Your silence, loud as timpani in ears That only long to hear you laugh or speak, (Unhealthy mind, regurgitating fears That once were swallowed) As you can see, I couldn't quite get a fourth line on this nice little orphan. This one definitely needs a home.
I cannot claim that I will love you more Than any other woman ever could. I cannot claim that I can free the core Of solid ice that forms my heart. And would My soul be large enough, if it would melt (Could, even then, I love you most of all? No matter all the love I thought I felt I fear my heart would prove itself too small.) I must not have thought very highly of these lines when I wrote them. In the margin I find, "I do not like this, Sam I Am. I do not think it worth a damn." I think I was right. :)
I heard a measure spoken and I spun Myself in circles searching for a voice. (No broken record this, but once begun Abruptly ended, leaving me a choice Between the fantasy of words in air Becoming flesh, so like embodied god, Or mere reality where flesh to air Creeps sullenly, with just a passing nod To aspirations of the word serene. I thought of peace, but knew whichever path I trod) As you can tell, I wasn't too sure about anything after the second line. I really like those first two lines, and hate to ruin them with a mediocre ending.
If with atypical extravagance I got that far and just crashed. It's not the most lyrical of beginnings, I know. But perhaps you can make something of it.
Lovely start, but that's all it is.
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