Welcome back. This week’s random selection is a Crybin Variant Petrarchan with a Sicilian Sestet ABBACDDC EFEEFE
Quill and Parchment by Mushki Brichta
Therefore I Write #216 Two hundred fifteen start I this new year With tally two oh nine for that which passed. And wonder I how long this run can last, To lose my muse my everpresent fear. The Nightingale a year ago today When twenty two began, its bounty hid And dreams were all that hope would but forbid, I write now for I must without delay. Yet who among the multitudes would care That words my pen must bleed be heard at all? But for myself I write to be aware The feelings of my heart that’s now laid bare One hundred forty syllables recall Each block I write doth keep me from despair. Frank Garnick © Copyright The Archer's March 01 January 2023
This was the first of three sonnets I wrote on New Year’s Day last year. It’s simply my feelings on my writing journey to that point. It states my numerical milestones and the hopes and fears that my writing engenders in me. Not much more to say about this one.
I’ve been working on a short story and I think I may be ready to post it here. Would anyone be interested in reading my attempt at prose? I would also ask if I should include an audio reading of each week’s post.
Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day.
Or buy me a coffee.
Yes, and yes! With fiction you aren’t bound by facts, and it’d just be cool to see where you can go… (second yes if for the audio)
We write because we must, as you say, whether our words or read or not, the writing to be aware fulfills its purpose. We are all our first readers and sometimes that may be enough. I would love to read on of your stories. I'm thinking of sharing some of mine also. Although I've noticed that stories seem to get fewer responses than poetry or essays. I don't require an audio and rarely listen when one is available.