Okay, so technically this is NOT a NaPoWriMo selection, nor is it anything I normally do today. My Timehop app reminded me of a time 5 years ago when I wrote a sonnet for my perennial World of Warcraft character, Lystria Densine. As you might have guessed, The True Lystria (and my WordPress screen name) came from her!
Since then I’ve just become that anime guy, and I don’t play much in the way of video games anymore. But if you wanted to know of a time when I was more depressed and less focused on what I wanted to do with my life, here’s the sonnet that I unearthed from my Faceboook account!
[Three days left, and I haven’t posted on this blog since April 21. Due to hitting Real Life, I’ve decided to stop prematurely and throw in the proverbial towel. Here’s my last submission.]
I come to realize
A lot of what I say,
A lot of what I write,
Comes out naturally
Like free-written prose.
Thirty poems in thirty days?
I may have accomplished my goal
But who’s counting?
I love my morning walks.
The cool breeze,
The serene landscapes,
Saying “Hello” to my neighbors passing by,
The smell of sweet sycamores…
What I say
Is not always what I think.
What I do
Is not always what I say.
How I feel
Does not always reflect what I do.
And what my mind wants
Is not always what my heart wants.
I am human,
And humans are inherently unpredictable.
Someone once said:
“It is easy to love a rose, but a great deal more to love a leaf…”
Why can’t I love both?
I can, can I not?
Dali once said:
“The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose
Was obviously a poet;
The first to repeat it was probably an idiot.”
Well, idiots can be loved too, right?
“Roses are red, violets are blue…”
But these are clichés,
And don’t accurately define you.
Roses in my garden.