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Mon Apr 08, 2024 12:49 am
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Sunday Sonnet 1: 04/07

What say we on the seven hour drive?
What probing questions probe the right amount?
What game of leading prompts must I contrive
for you a longer story to recount?

Wisconsin's gut makes nothing-scenery,
a formless swathe of corn-cows-cows-corn-town.
Naught here begets a pointing "look there, see!"
except the OG Culver's of renown.

Please tell me of your newest friends at work.
Please tell me of the house you plan to buy.
Please tell me of your boss's strangest quirk
as greyish grazing pastures pass us by.

I only ask to fill the silent car.
You will not sing, which I prefer by far.

Spoiler! :
Taking it easy with a Shakespearean sonnet while I'm on travel today.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Tue Apr 09, 2024 10:51 pm
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Eclipse Poem Take 1:

Cosmic coincidence tied my mother and father.
They met at a party where she translated jokes for him,
and he took her to lunch again, and again, and again,
the moon eating his heart each time.

Cosmic planning tied my father and mother.
They met at a party where she translated jokes for him,
and he fell, hard, into the sunglass-dark, so hard
he calculated a trajectory to meet her again.

Thank goodness they are not the sun and moon.
When their brief kiss ends and the sun reveals its dazzling diamond ring,
the moon must bid farewell until their next meeting.
My mom can stay (and apply for citizenship).

Spoiler! :
I literally do not have words about the eclipse yet. Still stewing. It was that cool. But in the meantime, here's a fun little poem about my parents
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Thu Apr 11, 2024 3:59 am
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Wednesday Haiku 04/10

Persevere, dear moon
and devour the brilliant sun
to steal his spotlight
Last edited by Ventomology on Mon Apr 15, 2024 4:15 am, edited 1 time in total.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Fri Apr 12, 2024 7:21 am
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Spoiler! :
okay but connecting the diamond ring to marriage was actually genius. love the idea of encouraging the moon to devour the sun as well! you've been doing fabulously, Vento!! :D can't wait to read more of your poetry :3
mint, she/her


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Mon Apr 15, 2024 4:14 am
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Sunday Sonnet 2: 04/14

The rolling glacial foothills on repeat
are brown and beige and boring-er than corn.
No crops, nor cows, nor combines do adorn
the hilltops, which then turn so indiscrete
I need a bubble tea–one that’s full sweet–
to keep my waking consciousness airborne.
But even then–my drive began this morn-
-ing. Now my butt is solid in my seat.

And oh, you thought this poem had a twist?
A change to fit the format’s stanza break?
I’m tired! And I think I bruised my wrist
moving my boxes in without assist-
-ance, for my movers cannot take
my stuff until this Friday, they insist.

Spoiler! :
MOVING THIS FRIDAY HELP
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Wed Apr 17, 2024 10:34 pm
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Wednesday Haiku: 04/17

Clinging humidity
spikes like static on the skin,
calling down the storm
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Mon Apr 22, 2024 4:13 am
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Sunday Sonnet 03: 04/21

The sleeping bag felt nicer on my bed
than on the floor so hard upon my bones
without e’en stars to twinkle overhead.

I have one chair: the bathroom’s porcelain throne.
At least upon it is there comfort more
than on the floor so hard upon my bones.

As yet all local restaurants I abhor.
I know, upon the chains I can’t live, but
at least upon them is there comfort more.

Perhaps to later pain prevent I’ll shut
myself inside and never my wings spread.
I know, upon the chains I can’t live, but

the sleeping bag felt nicer on my bed.
I wish I was in Illinois instead.

Spoiler! :
Was inspired by @Spearmint's very exciting list of poetry forms and decided to try out different sonnet forms this year. This is the Terza Rima format! I did Petrarchan for week 2, and I'll do my own take on the 14 lines next week.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Mon Apr 22, 2024 5:18 am
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Spoiler! :
oooooooh love that!! :D hope moving went/is going well, and can't wait to see your own take on the sonnet next week, Vento!!
mint, she/her


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Thu Apr 25, 2024 3:57 am
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Wednesday Haiku 04: 4/24

The blue-sky siren
seduces me outside, sings:
"Kill your computer."
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Tue Apr 30, 2024 1:50 pm
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Sunday Sonnet #4: 04/28

Still, boxes occupy my living room
and prior dust the bristles of my broom..
The warpéd shelf I tossed at my old place
I’ve yet had time to finally replace,
and thus, my books remain today entombed.

(I’m hardly in this place I now call home–
am I forever doomed the world to roam?)

Each evening this past week I’ve spent about:
out dancing, learning woodwork, working out.
Will people that I meet become true friends
or, just as last time, when my time here ends
will our acquaintance die as a mere sprout?

(I’m hardly in this place I now call home–
am I forever doomed the world to roam?)

Spoiler! :
a little late haha... it's been a long month.
"I've got dreams like you--no really!--just much less, touchy-feeley.
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
on an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone
surrounded by enormous piles of money." -Flynn Rider, Tangled




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Wed May 01, 2024 3:37 am
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Spoiler! :
shoot, sorry the move's been as rough as it has been, kind of figures with a whole other state and all, but yeah. really enjoyed these poems, by the way! the sonnets in particular are charming and witty while also having a good amount of emotional weight to them.
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo
non tornò vivo alcun, s'i' odo il vero,
senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Inferno, Canto 27, l 61-66.







It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
— Albus Dumbledore