Printed out in 12-point type one after the other, they would reach about 210 feet. Useless trivia can be fun, yeah?
It does beg the question of Why. The effort could have gone into a novel and a lot of rewriting, and that would have had a far better chance of commercial success. Poems don't sell.
The answer's twofold:
- The structure of a Shakespearean sonnet forces my mind and heart into needed discipline; the rhyme and meter are fixed. When dealing with a lot of pain and fatigue, I find that this lends both strength and a sense of achievement.
- By far the majority have been written as comments to others' blog posts; well over nine hundred of that eleven hundred. It's thus a means of communication, since I don't get out, and no-one comes here.
I could also say that it's fun, because I don't know of anyone else commenting in verse. Who doesn't want to be unique?
And...I've had some feedback, that some of these poems resonated with some readers, and were important to them.
I mean, that's why I write.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll make formal poetry cool again.
Music from Gordon Lightfoot, with If You Could Read My Mind.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.