Aw thanks..glad you liked it. Finding the right person to spend my life with really did pull me out of a dark time in my life, so that's what it's about.

If you have any of your own please post something.

Btw..I'm really enjoying your journal. As a piano player who also plays a little guitar now, I can relate. And your festival tips brought back fond memories of SXSW.

This is a popular piece by Robert Frost. It's about a person who loves nature and the outdoors and longs for more time in their busy life to enjoy it. I can so relate!!
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This is probably my favorite of all the poems you've posted so far. Personally, I actually prefer poetry that is rhythmic rather than rhyming. It may come from my love of percussion, I'm not really sure. Anyway, that's a non sequitor. Great work with this one, I love that it's a love poem, but takes a completely different direction that your other work.

Glad you liked it B. As I've said before, my best muse is personal experience. It's always been difficult for me to get "poetic" about something unless I have strong feelings connected to it, so I guess that's why most of my stuff is about love...or lust..lol. :)
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Love this. I was quoting this the other day on our eight hour drive home. "And miles to go before I sleep."

Another favorite nature poem(or it is for me):

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
By Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

argh I knew that I knew that line what's his face kept quoting in Death Proof.

That's the poem ugh.

Yeah, that's a lovely piece. Whitman and Kilmer are two of my faves for that kinda stuff. Thanks for posting!

Heavy on the "kinda," seeing as both traditional sonnet forms--the Italian and English--have 14 lines and are written in iambic pentameter. There are, of course, many variations, such as Hopkins' curtal sonnet, the caudate sonnet popularized by Milton and the emerging sonnetoid form--just to name a few. But your poem doesn't really share any of the well-established traits of the sonnet form, the primary being that a "problem" is established and then finally resolved by the end of the poem.

The sonnet, historically speaking, was written by a man for an unobtainable woman. While many have played with this form (think Donne's Holy Sonnets or even Anne Bradstreet's poems for her husband, children, and grandchildren), this poem, I would be hard-pressed to say, is anything near a sonnet. This poem really doesn't convey any sort of meaningful rhetoric, isn't written in meter, and doesn't have a volta that segues into a resolution. This poem falls closer in line to being a free verse poem.

Yours in Christ,

Dr. Boo Bear

Hence the "kinda"

You're of course technically correct. But the term "sonnet" has also come to be fairly generic in its contemporary usage, especially in an informal context.