Sonnet 008

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How does a composer make his music?

Does he write it from his own bitterness?

Or from the taunting voice of his critique -

who desires more of his tears and sadness?

How does a poet find words for his piece?

Does he seize these out from a sweet lover?

Or calls them out from his heart for a tease -

as he keeps his passion for another?

And how does a novelist weave his tale?

Does he write it with fear for rejections?

With such fondness while detesting to fail -

thus, he stays vigilant for his actions?

For vain or love, audience – an essence.

One’s triumph, every writer’s success.

(c)Phoenix Montoya @ March 14, 2012

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More sonnets by this author:

• Sonnet 004
• Sonnet 029
• Sonnet 075

Sonnet 004

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A born master of this craft, I am not,

but a foolish lover of such vile art.

Thus, my soul’s pleasure is what I have sought,

as much torment is endured by my heart.

Oh writing! My long time companion,

my dear friend who has offered me a way.

Still, is there hope for my aspiration?

That soon heart aches will receive its pay?

Oh writing! My soul seeks for affection.

How I pray that one day I may harvest,

your love as I hold on to my question:

Shall I ever become an interest?

Writing – such challenge, not an easy game,

My endearing passion, alas, my pain

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ February 29, 2012

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More sonnets by this author:

• Sonnet 001 – For the loving and forgiving Father

• Sonnet 002 – Life is precious

• Sonnet 074 – Letting go

• Sonnet 016 – Falling in love

• Sonnet 012 – October

• Sonnet 070 – For the little ones

• Sonnet 006 – An oath of love

• Sonnet 035 - Seasons change
  

• Sonnet 100 - Death