Day #92: Mom and dad came home from Florida last night and brought back shells. Mom said I can take the shells when I move. I have a shell collection already, I hope these shells fit with my others!
Today I am going to write with the NaPoWriMo website prompt: "Today’s prompt is to write a love poem . . . but the object of the poem should be inanimate. You can write a love poem to your favorite pen, the teddy bear you had as a child (and maybe still have), or anything else, so long as it’s not alive! Happy writing."
Of course, I still do want to try out a new form each day, so I'm going to write about a seashell using the sonnet. According to poets.org, the sonnet, which is "from the Italian sonetto, which means "a little sound or song," the sonnet is a popular classical form that has compelled poets for centuries. Traditionally, the sonnet is a fourteen-line poem written in iambic pentameter, which employ one of several rhyme schemes and adhere to a tightly structured thematic organization." However, sonnets are usually broken down into Petrachan or Shakespearean. I'll be doing the Shakespearean, which "three quatrains and a couplet follow this rhyme scheme: abab, cdcd, efef, gg. The couplet plays a pivotal role, usually arriving in the form of a conclusion, amplification, or even refutation of the previous three stanzas, often creating an epiphanic quality to the end."
From the white, majestic sands of heaven,
where the blue waves kiss the endless coasts;
we lose track of time, no longer counting to seven,
no longer my love for you I can boast.
Instead I give to you this beautiful tan shell,
smooth as your unpainted, sometimes painted, face;
traveling among rushing, cold waters through hell,
much like what we have been through, I'm sure we can trace.
Yet, this brings some sort of comfort to me, knowing you,
like water to shells, you complete and protect me, a love so true.