At 26, Driving Home

I’m twenty-six again. I’m driving home.
My life’s a musical and love’s a song.
I capture pictures in my mind alone,
How light is fading as the days grow long

A memory: rain sprinkles brightly now.
The dampened land gives thanks unto the sky,
As earthy scents rise over each dark bough,
And all the lamp-lit shadowed streets nearby.

Remember, though, these vernal nights of rain:
The sudden sense of fearlessness and calm
That all the good is yet to come, and pain
Is something hidden deeply in your palm.

In years to come, the music still will play–
Its lovely cadence soars against the day.

10 Comments At 26, Driving Home

  1. Jennifer G. Knoblock February 12, 2015 at 5:31 am

    Lovely images in the second stanza. It’s a gift–bittersweet–to be able to remember a youthful mindset. 🙂

    1. Meg February 12, 2015 at 11:06 pm

      It was one of those spring nights and everything seemed magical and I was listening to some song…not sure I could have conveyed that through a sonnet, but I tried. Thanks, Jennifer!

  2. Silverleaf February 12, 2015 at 11:28 am

    Meg, this is so lovely! The rhythm is natural and gentle and the tone bittersweet and whistful. I love that the reminiscence seems understated yet with a nuanced depth of feeling. You say so much without saying it.

    1. Meg February 12, 2015 at 11:08 pm

      Awww, thanks, Silver. I did like the challenge of sonnet writing but it’s like writing in a foreign language. It took so damn long to write and I still wasn’t happy. Yours was beautiful. xoxo

      1. Silverleaf February 12, 2015 at 11:22 pm

        Very sweet of you to say but, you know, I felt exactly the same way about mine. It took me from the first moment sonnets were mentioned, night and day, walks to and from work, and I still wasn’t satisfied with parts of mine. Definitely the hardest slam!

  3. Natalie DeYoung February 12, 2015 at 11:29 am

    The way you recall the memory with such precision, and in a metric scheme. is lovely.

    1. Meg February 12, 2015 at 11:11 pm

      I envy your ease in writing sonnets, Natalie. Thanks so much for reading mine! <3

  4. innatejames February 12, 2015 at 7:13 pm

    If only we could go back and give ourselves advice. This took me back to 26 as well.

    1. Meg February 12, 2015 at 11:15 pm

      Thanks, Nate!


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