Shakespeare’s Sonnet 138
I heard a portion of this sonnet quoted today while watching a movie. The portion quoted, the last four lines, intrigued me enough to look the entire sonnet up. It struck me when I did. I’ve long been a fan of Shakespeare but am far from an expert. Shakespeare’s observations on love and lying seem particularly astute. How many of us can relate to what he is saying here? How many of us have lived it? We often lie to ourselves and our lover in the name of love, don’t we? Reading this has given me the desire to spend more time gleaning the wisdom in his sonnets.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
The Swim by Richard Stephen
I’ve been feeling a bit stuck in my usual genre lately and have been looking to expand out to other new and interesting areas. The response to some of these poems has been quite gratifying. Others not so much but being a new writer I must remind myself that it is all a learning and growing process. After all, I’ve only been at this a little over a year and a half and it’s not like I had been a “creative” individual in the past. So, I keep plugging away at it.
It’s something I encourage you to do also. Even you if you are happy and comfortable in your favored genre, branching out and experimenting will help expand your mind and horizons, expose you to different styles and methods of writing and make your a better writer in your chosen genre. You can start by reading poetry in genres you don’t normally read. You might be surprised at what your find and what you like! Either way, it may give you ideas and inspiration you can incorporate into your own writing.
My latest poem, “The Swim” is a deviation from my typical romantic fare. It’s still rhyming verse but written with cinquain stanzas with a little different rhyming scheme. I hope you enjoy it and, as always, your comments and criticisms are very much appreciated.
Icy swells crash over his head
as he swims against the tide
a buoy he seeks
yet he’s growing weak
his fear subdued by his pride
Earlier that night he’d made a bet
after drinking a few too many
to the buoy and back
of pride he’d no lack
he knew he was as strong as any
“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.” – Charles Bukowski
Micropoetry – 12/6/2012
lit up the room
when flashed my way
signaled my doom
Dew Drops on a Daisy