Memories are dishonest things,
Over time they grow warts or wings.
They can cause grief, or fights or fuss,
Sometimes those white lies comfort us.
That mountain that we tried to climb,
And found all too adventurous,
We climbed it in our mind’s own eye,
Sometimes those white lies comfort us.
That lover who showed us the door,
Whose love made us delirious,
We “dumped him and he begged for more”,
Sometimes those white lies comfort us.
Memories are dishonest things,
Sometimes those white lies comfort us.
[My first attempt at a Kyrielle sonnet]
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Very nice! and so true
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Thank you! I think it’s amazing how you can convince yourself of different truths just by telling the new version over and over (to yourself or other people).
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This does not read like an inexpert whirl at all. It’s a terrific Kyrielle sonnet with a lot of truth. I love it! 🙂
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Thank you – and thanks for the challenge!
How often do you publish new challenges?
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Very randomly, but they are always ongoing. I only started these challenges recently, and this is the third one so far. There is a categories called “Challenges” on the right side of the blog where you will be able to view them. 🙂
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Excellent – I’ll try my hand at the others when I’m feeling brave!
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They will be waiting. 🙂
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Love it! 🙂
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Thank you!
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This one has resonance for me.
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This was really hard to write. It’s the first time I tried to write ‘proper poetry’ to a specific form but I liked the challenge…
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Excellent write 🙂
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Thank you. I found it hard but liked the challenge of sticking to such a prescribed format.
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