Daniel Turner Poet Sonnet

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Let's Laugh

"Oh, woe is me," so long, my words have slept
Where once they freely frolicked in the light
Dark shadows past and present danced in step
Now darkness shrouds them from this poet's sight

I see the countless colors of twilight
I sat in silence as the seasons changed
I've felt an inner peace in soft moonlight
Somewhere in there, the words became estranged

Yet, I know some will say I am deranged
That words just simply do not go to sleep
I hope when they awake, they've rearranged
In verses rhythmic, colorful, and deep

Some days when urges come, the words do not
I wonder, "Do you think it is the pot?"
   

   by Daniel Turner

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Andrea Dietrich March 15, 2020 at 3:02 PM hahaha. you did a crack up final line there. Loved that!!! GREAT sonnet attributes of rhyme and meter with that cute twist makes it a sonnet gem.

Paul Callus February 14, 2020 at 4:12 PM Your words explain perfectly well a situation which many can relate to, Danny. Often it's best to laugh at our own predilections, without blaming them on the pot :) Regards // paul

Connie Marcum Wong February 14, 2020 at 2:26 AM Very well could be. LOL I loved this sonnet Daniel! I am glad you have awakened your muse from sleep. xxoo

Bette Bavington February 8, 2020 at 8:15 PM I am glad to see you have come back. All people at one time or another get writers block. I have had writers block on and off in my life time and you would think with all the children I have I would have so much material. Glad your back. Daniel Turner February 8, 2020 at 8:35 PM Thank you Bette. Not sure how long the muse is going to hang around but as long as she does we'll see what happens. Nice to see you again:)

Julia Shaw February 7, 2020 at 7:45 AM Many times I get inspiration during the night and get up at 3 or 4 AM and write a poem before it leaves me. I always have to be in a certain state a mind to write. Usually when something special has happened to make me remember and think about how I could say these thoughts in a poem. Always exciting to see how things turn out. Daniel Turner February 7, 2020 at 8:43 AM I wake up at times and have to write a line or two, if I don't I"ll forget them. But in this case. my muse had left! Nice to see you Julia:)

Janice Canerdy February 1, 2020 at 12:49 PM If your words ever were asleep, they are wide wake now, Danny. This is a superb sonnet in every respect. Janice Daniel Turner February 1, 2020 at 12:54 PM Thank you. Janice. I hope I made you smile:)

Lin Lane January 23, 2020 at 2:56 PM This is a perfect example of what I just commented on Tania's blog. Sometimes a poet begins in one state of mind, but deviates from what was originally intended. You're not deranged, Danny. You've just been hibernating. Daniel Turner January 23, 2020 at 4:44 PM Hibernating? More like playing hookie. I actually got burned out. I couldn't think of anything new I wanted to write about. There was a time I would have posted anything but after 3 years my standards got a little more challenging and I did not want to put out a mediocre poem, but I did anyway You look wonderful Peaches, nice to see you again. I hope you are and have been well.

Chris Green January 22, 2020 at 2:08 PM You never know, so many different things can affect our minds and if I could remember what your questions was, I'd try again to answer it. Nicely done Daniel. Daniel Turner January 23, 2020 at 12:21 AM You know, it's funny. I would start to write and by the time I got to the third or fourth line, I would simply forget what I was going to say and no matter how many times i reread those lines, it never would come back to me. Nice to see you again old friend:)

Kim Rodrigues January 22, 2020 at 12:40 PM No, it was not the pot! It is at the muse’s whim. Some days I can’t write worth anything! Other days I can’t stop! Sometimes we need to look for ideas, and others they fall in our lap. And sometimes even ideas go nowhere. Great poem. Daniel Turner January 23, 2020 at 12:16 AM Thank you Kim. Nice to see you again:)

Heidi Sands January 22, 2020 at 8:20 AM Welcome back DT. I am happy to see you here :) Those first 2 stanzas are amazing. You broke through that writer's block that you may feel , well! and the funny twist at the end too. Great one :) Daniel Turner January 22, 2020 at 8:48 AM Hello Heidi. Thank you and it is wonderful to see you again. I hope the winter is not treating you too harshly and all is well in New England.

Jan Allison January 22, 2020 at 3:52 AM you are back with a bang DT the final couplet made me lol:-) Good to see you posting again you have been much missed:-) hugs jan xx Daniel Turner January 22, 2020 at 8:46 AM Well you know what they say, "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with BS. Nice to see you Jan and I hope you and hubby are well.

Winged Warrior January 21, 2020 at 6:19 PM Are you talking about a pot full of thoughts lol...no matter, your potful of thoughts are back lol...welcome back old fart...from the old fart Wingster...^WW^ :o) Daniel Turner January 21, 2020 at 7:06 PM Anymore, I'm not even sure what I'm talking about. Everything I thought I knew I have too learn again. I'm too old to start over so now I just fake it. Wonderful to see you again Wingman. Glad I made you laugh.

Ilene Bauer January 21, 2020 at 5:54 PM so good to see a poem of yours here, daniel - it's been too long! i guess that's the whole point of your poem, though. welcome back! (pot or not...) Daniel Turner January 21, 2020 at 7:01 PM Thank you Ilene. I've never been too far away. I've simply got a bad case of writer's block. Nice to see you again.

Darlene De Beaulieu January 21, 2020 at 5:43 PM Hello Daniel Turner, I have enjoyed this funy poem you have created. I like your style. Have a nice evening my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu January 22, 2020 at 10:03 AM Hello Daniel, I am happy to see you to. Enjoy your day my friend. Daniel Turner January 21, 2020 at 7:00 PM Thank you Darlene, Nice to see you again.

John Lawless January 21, 2020 at 5:06 PM A chicken in every pot. Or not. Love the shift and the final couplet. Daniel Turner January 21, 2020 at 5:15 PM Hello John. Did you get to do any fishing this past year? I did not but I sure thought about it a lot. Nice to see you again.

Laura Leiser January 21, 2020 at 5:05 PM Love the hilarious twist at the end of your poem, Daniel! So well how you set it up, and I truly can relate to writer’s block...but not the pot (although my son can relate.. ;/ ) ! Daniel Turner January 21, 2020 at 5:14 PM Some might call me a slacker, I prefer visionary. Nice to see you Laura:) You know, Laura, was the name of my first love. I still speak with her on our birthdays.

Charlie Smith January 21, 2020 at 4:50 PM Could be old buddy, ask Willie... Charlie Smith January 22, 2020 at 12:04 AM Been in six different hospitals and re-hab facilities in the last 10 months. Three spine surgeries down, one to go in March. Can’t walk, but I can roll with the best of them. Other than that I’m great. I did lose 50 lbs. Feeling real well in my head. Hope the drugs didn’t burn too many brain cells so I can still make sense once and a while... Daniel Turner January 21, 2020 at 5:12 PM Hey you old horse thief, what are you are up to these days? It's been a while. Hoping you are well:)