Tired Sonnet
This is another mediocre sonnet that I wrote on the train going to and from Manhattan. However, it’s true that I often feel tired in the morning and don’t […]
Sonnets
The Sun in Poetry
Sunset Great carnal mountains crouching in the cloud That marrieth the young earth with a ring, Yet still its thoughts builds heavenward, whence spring Wee villages of vapor, sunset-proud.— And
Pensive Parky Pens a Poem
Here’s Parky back at home in our backyard garden, thinking about the World Parkinson Congress and jotting down his thoughts and feelings as he prepares to write a sonnet.
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The Taxman Cometh
Annual Appointment with My Accountant Another night, another year. At dawn The clock exploded in my ear. I woke And staggered to the train. The mist stretched on The Hudson like
The Parkinson’s Pressures
Isn’t it stressful having Parkinson’s disease? It’s practically a 24/7, can’t-escape-it career. With homework. You have to exercise almost daily; take longs walks in nature; get plenty of sleep; do creative
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Move Over, Parky! Bruce Writes a Sonnet!
While flying home from California, I reviewed the older Parking Suns posts, and noticed that in the Throwback Thursdays Art, the sun is typically “off screen and to the left”
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Parky’s Thank You Sonnet
Parky had a great time on his trip to California. He wrote this sonnet as a way of thanking our host, Bill Harwood. A car, a train, a bus, two
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The Sun in a Sonnet
Limitations The subtlest strain a great musician weaves, Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony To music in his soul. May it not be Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves
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Thanksgiving Sonnet
I composed the sonnet below, inspired by a story a boy in kindergarten told me as he drew the above picture. His story, about someone cooking a Thanksgiving dinner in
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Two Sonnets: Light and Dark
Both mediocre… The Hudson River flows into the sea. The tide thrusts back with all its mighty power. Swim a river race and you will see the current’s back-and-forth is
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