Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Hard to believe the time has passed so soon.
Seems yesterday another summer’s day.
I step outside this cool and hazy noon
to look around and see the creatures play.

These leaves of orange red and yellow wave
though most are lush and green with fresh new growth.
Three blue birds…

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SEPTEMBER VERSES

A twittle

Photo by William J Spirdione

Serendipity, resurrection
Bubbles
in mediterranean bread
Sorcerer entwined
in dough
Minuscule cold implosion, I said

This twittle is written in response to the Paper Poetry ‘September Verses’ month long poetry prompt using themes 21–30.

Thank you, Carolyn Hastings, for bringing the twittle into being and thank you, Indubala Kachhawa, for…

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Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Some leaves have turned though most of them are green.
Where’d all these tumbling crumbling leaves fall from?
Dry leaves washed clean. Cool rain would intervene.
The heat’s on hold today. Is more to come?

The Autumn snuck right in when summer slept.
A sudden start and startle just like that.
And…

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SEPTEMBER VERSES

A twittle

Photo by William J Spirdione

Fear a manifestation in armour
Medieval
discipline now pretense
Chivalry in a photograph
Sapphire
dewdrops commence

This twittle is written in response to the Paper Poetry ‘September Verses’ month long poetry prompt using themes 11–20.

Thank you, Carolyn Hastings, for bringing this form into being and thank you, Indubala Kachhawa

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A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

Eleventh of September was a Pearl
Jam show. We almost missed it but we came.
I’m out for entertainment with my girl.
To Madison Square Garden once again.

So once upon a time, a postponed show.
And once covid arrived, two years ago.
It’s been so long and should we even go?
We…

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William J Spirdione

William J Spirdione

William J Spirdione is a poet who writes sonnets and more about nature and the humans within it.