Sunday Sonnet: The Sacred Art of Goofing Off
A Sonnet Sunday poem about goofing off at the Shore and why laughter is sometimes the smartest thing you can do.
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Dive in to the post →A Sonnet Sunday poem about the Ides of March, shifting skies, and the Shore’s reminder that spring arrives by breaking what can’t stay.
Dive in to the post →A Sonnet Sunday tribute to women: fierce as the sea, steady as the tide, and powerful enough to keep whole worlds lit.
Dive in to the post →A Sonnet Sunday poem about feral beach pigs, Shore chaos, and the strangely inspiring magic of going fully, joyfully wild.
Dive in to the post →A Sonnet Sunday celebration of margaritas, salt-rim joy, and the Shore’s talent for turning ordinary moments into vacation magic.
Dive in to the post →Loneliness arrives like fog along the rail,a hush that turns the whole wide world to glass,it slips between the laughter and the taleand makes one simple moment feel like last. But even lonely waves still find the land,still write their names in foam and drift away,and even solitary footprints standas proof someone was living here … Read more
Dive in to the post →A winter Shore sonnet about flying kites, letting the wind do its work, and remembering how to feel light again.
Dive in to the post →The days grow longer, quietly. A Sonnet Sunday reflection on readiness, patience, and moving without rushing.
Dive in to the post →Not storm. Not calm. A Sonnet Sunday reflection on the in-between season where identity loosens and transformation waits.
Dive in to the post →Change doesn’t always announce itself. A Sonnet Sunday reflection on unseen work happening beneath the surface.
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