Good Morning everyone 🙂 I hope you are all surviving the week.
Did you know that this month is National Poetry Month??
I did but that’s because I’m a fan of poetry. I use to write poetry when I was in middle school and high school. Now, I’d be lucky if I could get two lines to rhyme let alone instill a deep meaning into it! I blame motherhood as my downfall of deep creative thoughts lol Being a mother tends to tax the brain beyond repair. I mean, honestly, a Mom has to remember everything in regards to herself and however many children she has and if she is married she usually has to remember everything her husband is suppose to remember too. That’s a lot of random info shoved into one brain! Anyway, I know there are plenty of Moms and Dad’s who seem to be able to over come it and rock out a stanza or two but it’s the excuse I’m going with 😉 So, to honor National Poetry month I didn’t want to torture you with one of my failed attempts at poetry. Instead, I’m giving you David Tennant’s rendition of Shakespears Sonnet 126! For all my fellow Whovians out there, You Are Welcome! <Let the “fangirling” commence>
And now that we’ve got that out of our system, let’s get on with the show! Since for some reason it doesn’t want to embed correctly, click HERE.
Sonnet 126 by William Shakespeare
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time’s fickle glass, his sickle, hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self growest. If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, As thou goest onwards still will pluck thee back, She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure! She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure: Her audit (though delayed) answered must be, And her quietus is to render thee.
For some humor check out this recited poem “To The Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter”
Happy National Poetry Month!