Sara Kendrick Poet Sonnet

Dying

Edna St. Vincent Millay
From
The Harp-Weaver and 
Other Poems
(1923)

Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
"What a big book for such a little head!"

Come, I will show  you now my newest hat,
And you my watch me purse my mouth and prink!
Oh, I shall love you you still, and all of that 
I never again shall tell you what I think.

I shall be sweet and crafty soft and sly;
You will not catch me reading any more:
I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
And some day when you knock and push the door,

Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.


Dying
Sara Kendrick 
November 03, 2009

Dating, oh! so much fun doing new things
This person is perfect in every way
Movies, popcorn shared, touch, a brush, heart sings
Just want that caress, the arm around stays

Now awaken to another day, no play
No brushes, that gentle caress gone, left
Control norm, making demands, no sun rays
No! I will not go to a movie, daft

Dying spirit on the inside daily
Longing for love, acceptance, fun again.
Could be just a walk in the woods baby
Sitting close or lying on couch in den

Soon I'll be gone no longer home near
I'll go out to find myself, my soul, love

(I enjoy reading a number of poets.  Edna St. Vincent Millay is just one of 
them. I wrote this one after reading hers above. I have heard so many women 
complain after just a short time of marriage how they are treated.  Then I was 
reading Millay and saw things are the same as then.)

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Audrey Haick November 4, 2009 at 4:35 PM Excellent Adaptation of St. Vincent Millay's poem! Peace and love, Audrey

Doris Culverhouse November 4, 2009 at 1:44 PM yep, nothing new under the sun, except to us.

Carol Sunshine Brown November 4, 2009 at 12:15 PM Thank you for sharing with us today dear Sara. I enjoyed reading your poetry today. Love, Carol

Caroline Cécile Delacroix November 3, 2009 at 8:36 PM Quite true and sad that these precious moments disappear after a while. It shouldn't be that way, I agree. Sometimes you have to do those steps, reenact them yourself, make him remember. We have to do something to make it happen. Thank you for sharing a very nicely written poem. Love and blessing, Caroline.

Caroline Cécile Delacroix November 3, 2009 at 8:32 PM Quite true and sad that these precious moments disappear after a while. It shouldn't be that way, I agree. Sometimes you have to do those steps, reenact them yourself, make him remember. We have to do something to make it happen. Thank you for sharing a very nicely written poem. Love and blessing, Caroline.

John Freeman November 3, 2009 at 6:59 PM A very masterful poem Sara, the inspiration you received from Millay, and transfer into your own. I never read much poetry, untill 2009, when I began writing myself. Just the other day I was reading Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and was amazed at how my own style is similar! His poems are a bit lengthy also, like my own. Sincerely, Love Moses

Carolyn Devonshire November 3, 2009 at 4:35 PM Great work, Sara! How well you take the inspiration from Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem and work your own thoughts into it using her verse pattern. This is very clever! Also, we seem to admire some of the same poets. Her writings have inspired me as well. Love, Carolyn