Alright, alright… I’ve blathered on enough about how I find myself incapable of maintaining a challenge I’ve set for myself, and it’s time I finally just place my chips on the table and show my hand. Anyway, I’ve worked for awhile today revising this sonnet up for your viewing pleasure, and I hope you enjoy it.
Not only that, but I ran across a sonnet I wrote a few months ago that I genuinely still love after reading it a few times again. It was intended to be part of a series of sonnets dealing with a common theme. So I’m going to shift gears a little bit in the coming weeks and work to flesh out a collection of sonnets that work with the one I’ve mentioned.
I won’t be sharing all of those, but I will work to show a part of it when I can. For now, here’s the sonnet that the challenge helped to produce that I’ve put off too long on revising and sharing with you all.
The strings have fallen flat
while sitting quietly beside my bed,
dust falling between the slats
of my window to collect along its neck.
When I do pull it out, I pluck the strings
the way I remember. Each finger placed
so finely as to make each note sing
out in pleasure as I play through a scale.
I grow faster with practice, notes bending
to the pull of my fingertips. Humming along
I move through the familiar, winding
paths, lightly biting my tongue.
I play because I feel I must
or I’d only produce a film of dust.
– Stephen Recker
P.S. One of my favorite bands just released a new single the other day, Mumford & Sons. I’m sure most of you will have already heard of them or know of the song already, but for those who haven’t I strongly suggest checking them out.