My First Piece Was a Sonnet
Shakespeare Was a Revelation
My first piece of writing was a poem that was lost long ago along with my early innocence. My first memorable piece, which is still with me a few decades later, was a sonnet (The Yellow Afternoons of October) in honour of Sigmund Freud, who I was reading (studying) at the same time that I was learning Shakespeare. What joy and sadness from both! They are still two of my favourite writers. I received a BA in English and a BA in psychology, although the latter was not as rewarding as the former, since Freud was being brazenly bashed, mostly by individuals in denial. Interestingly, my favourite course ever, and I have close to twenty years of graduate studies, was titled Freud and Literature. Those were the days, and nights.
The Yellow Afternoons of October
I would have felt it, his Light, in my mind,
And a bright colour spectrum to and fro
Would have kept shining, shining, till a kind
Wind would have turned my senses into glow.
I would have waited for him with my heart,
And an admiration upon my face
Would have greeted his natural depart;
Beautiful agony after his trace.
If only I could, I would have done it:
Watched the beauty that shimmers October
In those yellow afternoons, and then meet
Him, Sigmund Freud, standing alone, sober.
I would have looked him in the eye to cry;
He would have looked into mine and known why.
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I have written a lot of poetry since then, and numerous essays and short stories, as well as several novels, but the sonnet still remains my preferred type of poetry. The Bard left an indelible mark in my psyche, and Freud taught me how to interpret it.
How to Write a Sonnet à la Shakespeare
Someone has to die by the end or not
If the maiden is still being courted
Death in the Shakespearean sense is sought
Although foreign words can be imported.
O Anthi* may be a good beginning
If your name is M* and you moved to Greece
There is a state of human imprinting
M is an example with love and peace.
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day
May not be a good start unless ’tis hot
To be or not to be may seem okay
Though you will patently think if you ought.
O Athens is certainly sensible
With Athena standing unbendable.
* Anthi and M are two protagonists in many of my pieces (poetry, prose and two forthcoming novels).
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How Not to Write a Sonnet: An Anti-Sonnet Sonnet
No one can die by the end or almost
Except for love that has to disappear
Who am I kidding? Come on crazy M
You have to compose another sonnet
Anthi is a good beginning, I boast
Whether I am M or some other spear
No rhyming scheme should be used to condemn
A somewhat quick way out is a nonet
No need to worry about Shakespeare’s ghost
Since there is little chance it will appear
To be or not to be can cause mayhem
So refrain and you can wear the bonnet
Greece will always be my home from now on
Anthi’s there and my future had been drawn
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Sonnet after sonnet I wrote and will write, covering both love and writing as well as the love of writing.
Life of a Writer: A Lonesome Sonnet
The often lonely life of a writer
(or typer) is beleaguered by tighter
instincts of impending doom unless love
or a muse come into view like a shove
Love lasted up until death did us part
Luckily, close to thirty years had passed
together like hands always clapping heart
knowing they will tire or death will make past
Memories materialise almost
every day and night, sometimes intruding
upon moments of self-mirth marrying
feelings and thoughts foreign to any host
A baby’s photo only illustrates
years are like seconds between spread-out dates
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To Write or Not to Write About the Past
To write or not to write about the past
May depend on the present and a day
What is a day in the scheme of things asked
Writing can span an eternity’s play.
To write or not to write about your lips
Especially about the tongue within
As it rolls around my mind’s heart’s eclipse
Where all my deepest thoughts tend to begin.
To write or not to write about Anthi
Is surely not a question but a view
To a thought knitting a sonnet for thee
In any afternoon you carried through.
To write or not to write, to write again
About your words as they temper my brain
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I have written many alexandrines, mantinades, haikus and tankas, as well as other types of poetry, but the sonnet and Shakespeare seem to govern in many other pieces.
Why Do We Write? Because Shakespeare Will Never Die
Some write because they have something to say
something to tell, something to reveal
Others write because they have to write something
anything in some instances
as if writing was like breathing
we have to breathe before we can write
as if writing was like eating
we have to eat as well
not as often as breathing
as if writing was like dying
we only die once
writers write at least twice
as if writing was like living
some write to live
others live to write
some live till they die
others write because they’re alive
Why do we write
Because we will die
Everyone dies
Shakespeare will never die
as long as To be or not to be
is written somewhere
even in someone’s genes
even as a tattoo on AI’s disguise
even as we stop writing and die
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Why Does M Write? Is This a Trick Question?
Two questions may constitute a great start to most conversations, although one seems to be optimal.
Why does M write? I mean me, of course, although sometimes I am not sure who I am. Only Anthi brings me back to reality. I have changed, for the better, so she thinks and intimates with her beautiful eyes and chest-filling smiles. I have a sensitive chest when it comes to anything Anthi. It is all in the chest sans le coeur (without the heart). I never liked cheap pumps (like mean hearts) and unmerited pompousness (like certain prophets).
M writes now because he has Anthi to acclaim from various vantage points, which he connects with painful passion. Love doth hurt no matter what Anthi presents. Even her feet can ballet-dance sans souliers (without shoes), yet his feet are those that ache. Luckily, the mind can compensate with the right stimuli, such as a meaningful moan or a long tête-à-tête. Το Μωρό μου (My Baby)!
M used to write to impress his Self and a few unsuspecting spirits, so he was told in a dream or a hallucination. He does consume cannabis every day to avoid so-called modern medicine: disguised butchery. Doctors (physicians, really) can be butchers and all are Latin spitters, and the Latin words were borrowed from Greek. All the roads lead to Athens.
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I always return to the sonnet, no matter what. C'est plus fort que moi (It is stronger than me).
Write Me a River All the Way to Greece
Write me a river all the way to Greece
There is no need for crying over me
For flowers I can only come in peace
They are blue and white within my Anthi
Life was never a long peaceful river
As it stopped too short of being cleaner
If in summer we can start to shiver
It may also mean humans are meaner
Why write anything at all if not true
As well-meaning words are flooded by lies
Specially that nothing is really new
Except the love that I see in her eyes
If not for Anthi, flowers still on trees
I would not be swaying in the Greek breeze
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Anthi Writes Without Looking at the Page
Anthi writes without looking at the page
Each word flows onto the place on the line
Most appropriate for it on the stage
Following a discrete predestined sign
Whether they appear in English or Greek
Her terms adopt olden rhythms and sounds
Dressing her divine beauty with mystique
Never leaving her steps circling the rounds
Anthi writes for herself but for me too
Finding new meanings on my lauding face
Our genealogical love of blue
Enables her to never lose the pace
I only write now to recount her art
From Ancient Greece to every other part
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Love requires humour from time to time, but not necessarily in the form of a sonnet.
How Many Writers Are required to Change a Lightbulb?
First make sure you are a writer
It may hurt a lot
even if you write every day
Just ask any honest typist or typer
You need at least one other reader
to become a writer
If you are about ten percent of Shakespeare
you are a writer
Shakespeare was God’s writer
Some consider that the Bard was God
Remember to acquire a lightbulb
A new one is usually smarter
Select the right socket
Call your muse for help
unless she is dead
If your muse is a man
you are not a writer
But Shakespeare was a man
Are you sure about that
Some scholars demonstrated
Shakespeare was a woman
If your muse is a plant
you better water her more than often
even if she is a cactus
The only other animal that can be a muse
is a female cat
meow for that
or a female river otter
For this one I am still a plotter
One writer then
One muse as well
How many writers
are required to change a lightbulb
Two
One to unscrew the bad lightbulb from the socket
and sit to write about it
One to screw the new lightbulb into the socket
get a coffee or tea and then write about it
It can be the same writer
at two different frames
The muse is a muse
She does not help with her hands
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A sonnet is a sonnet is a sonnet, but it can appear in many forms. It was meant to be sung, and danced. The Greeks do it best. While I am not Greek, I have lived in Athens, until recently, for over 18 months. I wrote two novels about Anthi and M, and Greece, of course. I love Greece for several reasons, but Anthi is surely my Olympus.
O Zorba, The Greek: An Acrostic Sonnet
O Pillars of Greece, Athena’s city
Zoning the remains of your past glory
Ordaining a stranger’s sphericity
Reacting to a God’s daughter’s story
Behind open horizons in science
Anti-establishment was M beset
Tying a few hearts in an alliance
Heading with flowers in a Greek duet
Entering a realm Anthi-filled with right
Galvanising anything seeming wrong
Reaching in for his and everyone’s might
Enacting together a famous song
Every figured pillar began to dance
Kanéna* is more than the eyes can glance
* Anthi's last name (coined by Anthi Psomiadou) in my writings.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (4)
Congrats on your top story, my friend. Just saw it posted by Vocal on their X account.
Congratulations on your Top Story💖🎉💯📝👍👌✨😉❗❗❗
It's awesome that you have written so many forms of poetry. I have not been that experimental with creative writing, as it's a genre of writing that's growing on me. Congratulations on Top Story!
I loved reading ALL of this! Shakespeare was my first love and to this day I will live and die by those words. ❤️