Jenna Logan Poet Sonnet

You'Re No Shakespeare

With pastel shades of rose, yellow and peach,
a poet paints with his words, a sunrise
until the voice of a muse starts to preach,
"Observe it from my more creative eyes."
Suggestions planted; seeds of doubt were sown
for the proper hues of a sandy shore.
Foiled poet versus a Muse on her throne.
Balls of crumpled pages, flung to the floor.
Her clicking tongue whispers in the poet's ear,
destroying thoughts he had captured in rhyme.
"I see I've work to do. You're no Shakespeare."
Each line scribed, a ladder's rung worth the climb.
   Sonnet penned with an infusion of spice
   when a muse beggars to proffer advice.



August 22, 2020
Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish

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Sam Kauffman August 28, 2020 at 8:32 AM So well articulated, Jenna - a most familiar experience for all of us who write. Congratulations on your winning placement. Jenna Logan August 29, 2020 at 4:53 AM I fear we have all suffered, or been fortunate to have a muse whisper in our ear, or kick the chair from under us with better thoughts. lol Thank you, Sam.

Harry Horsman August 27, 2020 at 6:06 PM You are! with an almighty pen, and a wondrous mind. Congratulations. Stay safe..Harry Jenna Logan August 28, 2020 at 3:52 AM Hardly, but thanks for the thought, Harry.

Rico Leffanta August 22, 2020 at 2:03 PM Despite my late wife's DNA, I never was a Shakespeare fan, but I remain one of yours, so never be discouraged! Aloha! Rico Jenna Logan August 23, 2020 at 7:54 AM What a lovely comment, Rico. Thanks so much.

Tom Cunningham August 22, 2020 at 1:46 PM Im sure Will would give the thumbs up to this one Jenna. I live not far from where he lived at Stratford on Avon, a beautiful town. Good luck Tom Jenna Logan August 22, 2020 at 1:57 PM Oh, lucky you, Tom. What a historical place. I'm so envious, and thank you for leaving your comments.

John Hamilton August 22, 2020 at 12:47 PM Another great write Jenna, outstanding diction and phraseology, but, that's what we've become accustomed to right? Craig will love this I sense another winner on the horizon! Jenna Logan August 27, 2020 at 7:46 PM haha... You were right again, John! Thanks! John Hamilton August 27, 2020 at 6:12 PM So what did I say? On the short list of winners, congrats well deserved. Jenna Logan August 22, 2020 at 1:58 PM Thanks so very much for the generous remarks, John. I've no knowledge of Craig's likes or dislikes, but I will trust in your theory. ;)

Caren Krutsinger August 22, 2020 at 11:57 AM This is beautifully done; I am so aware of those "balls of crumpled pages" there are actually six of them at my feet right now and more in the garbage next to the ones that missed. Perfect. Jenna Logan August 22, 2020 at 2:00 PM I've saving trees when I'm near enough to my computer to keep an open poetry file. lol I've had quite a few 'flinging paper parties.' Thank you, Caren.

Sigrid Ermine August 22, 2020 at 10:07 AM Jenna, an inspired poem here! Well paced, really good premis. Lovely language, vivid references. A sure Winner! Jenna Logan August 22, 2020 at 10:52 AM Sigrid, I appreciate your encouraging thoughts. Thanks!