Sonnets

By Robert Tirrell Leonard Jr

The Winter Melt

The rain is falling here upon the snows
as air is warmed and fog curtains the glen,
I walk upon the brush and melt that flows
and listen here to merry notes of wren.
The valley hushed around me, still it glows
and trickled in the melt and stirred again,
My thoughts up lift upon the trees repose
as here my spirits rise up where or when.

But here my path is long in lazy wood
as melting snows so trickle down the hill,
a mist is hanging, haunting round the trees
and here I walk upon the melt and stood;
to hear the wrens in ghostly song distill
this beauty that is wrought upon the keys.

R Is For Robert

Writing what I hear

I write what I hear, that is to say that inspiration speaks and I listen. Often times I will count out the syllables and arrange them into meter, other times I will not. I write in both the formalist style and in free verse. But to me The classic formalist style has lately taken my thoughts and held tight. I love reading the older formal metrical poems, so it is not strange that I often write in the metrical vein.

My favorite Poet to read aside from Longfellow and W. Ellery Channing, is John Masefield. I own Masefield's Collected Poems, my favorites are his Hounds of Hell, sonnets and The Wanderer.
I love using Imagery in my writings and have gotten some success in using it.

I have come to appreciate the website http://allpoetry.com
all poetry has many members who take the craft seriously and have helped me to better hone my work. I would suggest the site to anyone.
I write under Tirrell on this site and have posted over 400 poems.
Some of these are good, some need to be further worked upon.
http://allpoetry.com/Tirrell
You can judge for your self.