Lois Hudson's Blog – September 2008 Archive (2)

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They whirled below me, happy, heartless, free,

While I was left alone, all to myself,

They danced, they sang, they even called to me;

I did not hear them, standing on my shelf

Of sorrow, hanging high upon a wall

O solomn, rigid wood; I watched that crowd

Below me, gliding through their spacious hall,

I would not join them, I was much too proud.

But suddenly my nailed shelf gave way,

I left it and went realing through the… Continue

I have been writing sonnets, one a week. I cannot write one now, as I am busy preparing fror the storm which is quickly coming in.