Archive | January 2016

A Calendar of Sonnets: January


By Helen Hunt Jackson

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death!  Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice.  June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast.  No fires can burn
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire
In vain to build.
O Heart, when Love’s sun goes
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,
The winter is the winter’s own release.

Inner Critic

Is your inner critic getting you down?  Me too, sometimes.  One day when my inner critic was being particularly obnoxious I wrote a poem about it, and here it is.




My inner voice, he is so rude,

Into my thoughts he does intrude.

He feels quite free to speak his mind,

He denigrates and is unkind.

His barbs are sly, his tongue is sharp,

He never fails to hit his mark.

He knows just how to hurt me most,

To sabotage his hapless host.

My heart is torn, my soul does bleed,

Is there no one to intercede?


Recently while listening to the radio I heard a song and I thought, that would be a really great song to sing to my inner critic when he gets too obnoxious.  Maybe it will help you too.