Sonnetina for Dead Dreams

A sonnetina (like a sonnet but only 10 lines) in response to MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I have actually written a few poems in different forms on this same topic, reusing the first one or two lines multiple times. I find that entertaining. 🙂

What’s all else worth, if greatest dream is dead?
Even with wealth, one craves and hungers still,
Without a way to find his daily bread:
Having nothing to live for kills the will.

A quiet heartbeat yet the pain is loud:
A frozen passion nevermore to melt,
Humbling the artist’s eyes that had been proud
Of such great work — that joy no longer felt.

What use is popularity and cash,
If one’s reason for being’s burned to ash?

lighted matchstick on brown wooden surface
Photo by Sebastian Su00f8rensen on

Seeing the Truth

For the Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces and FOWC: Reprieve, I have a post that is sort of in two parts because I couldn’t fit both pairs of opposites into one poem.


After my GPA had risen so high,
I was relieved to see it fall,
Never so happy to get a B
In my life, no longer needing
To keep being perfect.
A much-needed reprieve:
The pursuit not worth it.

(true story, by the way — I was so excited to tell everyone, “I got a B!” XD )

success text
Photo by Gerd Altmann on


Take a look inside:
Animosity behind
Stilted politeness,
Rudeness lurks inside the heart
Jealousy with bitterness

It Can Be Lonely

“Holidays” is the prompt for MLMM’s Tale Weaver from a couple of days ago. One of the questions that our prompter, Stephanie, asked is, “What do holidays mean to you?” so I wrote this sevenling.

In wider society “the holidays” means
Singing about Santa and snowmen,
Feasting with family and, above all, shopping

Whereas to many, and to me, this is the
Mass of Christ’s birth, the reason we
Sing and feast, joyously gift-giving

And it hurts when family does not see.