I tried something new. I have collaberated on a sonnet with another poet, who wished to remain unnamed at this time. We assigend alternating lines and emailed our responses back and forth. The result is here:
The dappled sunlight dances at our feet
And stops dark shadows cast short by the rain.
The clouds that linger grown white in defeat
No longer threaten. Their loss is our gain.
We now commence our journey’s final phase,
We launch our skiff and head out for the main
As sea birds circle high above the haze
Their cries are an encouraging refrain.
Our paddles drive us up into the waves;
We pull and strain against relentless tide.
To reach the beach is what our bodies crave
With our bow slung low from our fish so wide
To focus on our goal’s what we must do:
A cold beer and a fresh fish BBQ!