Category: sonnets

  • Sonnet #011

    By Kyle R. Conway on 2020-04-15 in GNU Emacs

    Note: This was written with the purpose of being less detectable as a structured poem if the line breaks are removed. I’ve placed that version immediately above the formatted sonnet.

    (Secret) Sonnet #011

    In quarantine I have been writing thoughts down in my org-mode notebook to preserve the things I’m thinking as the world’s distraught with stay-at-home’s and flattening the curve. I realize I have been trying to hide the simple joys of language from myself with self-imposed busyness I tried ignoring simple keys to mental health.

    So once again I’m writing like I did before I found myself sheltering in place and now I’m so embarrassed that I hid the writing I should otherwise showcase. At any rate, I thought I’d write and share this secret sonnet of which you’re now aware.

    Sonnet #011

    In quarantine I have been writing thoughts
    down in my org-mode notebook to preserve
    the things I’m thinking as the world’s distraught
    with stay-at-home’s and flattening the curve.

    I realize I have been trying to hide
    the simple joys of language from myself
    with self-imposed busyness I tried
    ignoring simple keys to mental health.

    So once again I’m writing like I did
    before I found myself sheltering in place
    and now I’m so embarrassed that I hid
    the writing I should otherwise showcase
    At any rate, I thought I’d write and share
    This secret sonnet of which you’re now aware.

  • Sonnet #001

    By Kyle R. Conway on 2020-03-22 Sunday in GNU Emacs

    When stuck in time between a tunnel’s light
    and each escape obscured by mortal dread
    from whence shall solace torch a flame so bright
    alleviating anxiousness in head?

    Must nothing happen as all sit and watch
    such silent and invisible true foes
    encroach so quietly and cut each notch
    by stealing life breath underneath each nose

    Uncertainty―uncertain though it seems―
    may be a sort of blessing so disguised
    to see beyond collective, fevered dreams
    and poems composed in fear soliloquized.
    By writing I will quell my anxious mind:
    immortalized anxiety enshrined!