Sonnets by Jessica Chase https://padlet.com/jessicachase6/2q5d2v5diuv4 Share your sonnet! Ms. Chase Period 1 en-us 2018-05-23 00:04:40 UTC 2018-05-29 20:03:57 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Removelove.png Dean Young jessicachase6 https://padlet.com/jessicachase6/2q5d2v5diuv4/wish/264362211 as if you ever strapped yourself
to a giant eyeball or tried to hold
a beach ball underwater or thrown up
on a whale watch or listened to every
King Crimson box set at least twice
you know what I mean when I say a crash
helmet’s useless when the crash is in
your own skull. I doubt many of us would do
what Jim did when bears came to his bird
feeders and the end-of-the-world witnesses
came to his door. See what I mean about
the eyeball? The idea is the mind
has wings. The idea being when the dog
runs off in the dark, darkness is your dog.]]> 2018-05-29 20:00:49 UTC https://padlet.com/jessicachase6/2q5d2v5diuv4/wish/264362211 Dora Malech jessicachase6 https://padlet.com/jessicachase6/2q5d2v5diuv4/wish/264362491
Opening shot: morning. Mid-May. Mid-maybe,
misgiving, mistake, mid-take your time repeating after me
so long, so longing, lost and short of breath. Start
to finished lines means each between-the-line by heart


where hem reacts to haw—close shot—the big to-do list,
lights and stunts, month and mouth made-up to fit
the ending. Try the goodbye on for size. Lather, rinse,
repeat sweet nothings, catch phrase and a slow release.


The shower scene fades to soliloquy, last forwarding address
on the saloon soundstage, fired blanks, ketchup on a blouse,
then aftermath and ever after. I have to say,
the camera loves you when the credits roll and you play


dead. Fast forward and you flail out like my marionette.
Rewind, you ride right backward toward me out of that sunset.

]]> 2018-05-29 20:02:33 UTC https://padlet.com/jessicachase6/2q5d2v5diuv4/wish/264362491 John Keats jessicachase6 https://padlet.com/jessicachase6/2q5d2v5diuv4/wish/264362723 O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature’s observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,
Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.]]> 2018-05-29 20:03:40 UTC https://padlet.com/jessicachase6/2q5d2v5diuv4/wish/264362723