I could write a sonnet for her
That would wax lyrical
On how she smells like home.
I could write a sonnet for her
That would string stars in a line
To describe how her smile feels to me.
I could write a sonnet for her
On how our bodies move together
Fitting like a jigsaw puzzle.
I could write a sonnet for her
And how she comes to me
On the wisps of a breeze
Between waking and sleeping
When the world is in chaos
Or I scream that I need her
And there she is, with a needle and thread
Stitching a tapestry of her dreams.
Then I’m no longer just thinking
Of writing a sonnet for her.
Because her dreams charge me
To bring it to life,
Give meaning, colour and sparkle
To the mysterious, the unformed and the unimagined.
This duty is solemn and sacred
And I must abide by its rules
For without the music of her dreams
This sonnet will never exist.
Thus, this sonnet I have written for her.
Who do you think her is? Mom and I have our interpretations but I’d love to know yours.
This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon.
The first thing that occurred to my mind when I thought about “her” was a “brand new lacy bralette bra” 😉 The next guess was a new book. Another guess was ‘a glass of red wine”! And the last shot was… “writing muse”.
Hehehe…loved interpreting this sonnet in my way!!!
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Ooo I love the lacy bralette bra interpretation – that’s it that’s what it’s going to be from now on. Muse shmuse.
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A lovely dedication Suchita. Some memorable lines there.
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Thank you so much!
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beautifully penned…
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Loved reading this ode to your ‘muse’ Suchita, strung as a sonnet, of course.
In love with these lines of yours:
“On the wisps of a breeze
Between waking and sleeping
When the world is in chaos
Or I scream that I need her
And there she is, with a needle and thread
Stitching a tapestry of her dreams.”
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Thank you Arti 🙂
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Beautifully Penned. I think this is dedicated to your creativity or the passion that ignites ideas. I hope, I am correct.
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Yes it is to my muse. Thank you!
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My pleasure 🥰
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Once again I’m so loved this poem!!
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Beautiful poem
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Thanks 😃
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A beautiful piece of wiriting.’Her’ is your inspirational muse.
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Thank you! And yes it’s the Muse 😊
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Is it a pen?
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What a beautiful sonnet, Suchita! My interpretation is that this is a sonnet to your Imagination!
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Yessss I thought it was to my muse – mom thought it was to her 😀 and then she said maybe it is to your own self!
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Beautiful lines!! Well written!
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Thank you Sandhya.
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A lovely sonnet!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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