Shall I Compare Thee to a Rainy Day?

I wrote a little sonnet that worked out more beautifully than I expected. Below is Shakespeare's sonnet to which I drew my sonnet's patronage, followed by mine. Enjoy!

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

-William Shakespeare


Shall I Compare Thee to a Rainy Day?

Shall I compare thee to a rainy day?
Your thunderous silence puts a spell on me,
Rough winds are yours as minds are turning gray
As tears collect on veins of mourning leaves,
Though you believe this stubborn overcast,
Your rough winds will sway the clouds quite soon,
And with these winds will blow a sudden blast,
Your mind will open up the month of June,
With calm compared to patience of a pond,
Your eternal summer will be found,
Stand to the sun, and find that concrete bond,
As powerful as lightening to the ground,
So long as the sun shines solely on to you,
Your life will be a sky forever blue.

-John Thrasher


© 2006 John Thrasher

When You Reach The End

Apparently my friends are a lot more creative than I ever thought. One of my good friends Mr. Justin Dickstein, wrote this poem and I thought it was really good. It has a very universal message, and is well constructed. Check out his xanga if you'd like. Good job, Justin!

“When You Reach the End”

When you reach the end, the only thing you can do
Is sit and wait at a bench and think about what’s true
The million possibilities that come our way
The chances we take and the things we say
Why do we think too much when we know what we should be doing?
We know what is right and what we shouldn’t be pursuing
How many times have we told ourselves, NO
But don’t care and just go with the flow
Are we this group that talks about right and wrong
Are we the type of people who analyze every song
How come we sit here and ponder about our lives
Why we are here and how long we will survive
The thing is that we all just have our days
We want to vent about it and figure out a way
No matter how hard we try, it is still going to be just as hard
These are the events that leave us with those noticeable scars
How come we take these minutes and spend time talking about this
The life we hope for or the life we have missed
Why do we scream when we are mad?
Why do we cry when we are sad?
Why does our heart beat so fast when we get nervous?
Why do we get frustrated when we lose service?
Why do we get scared when the time has ended?
Why does the sky turn that color when the sun has blended?
We sit here at the end and the only thing we can do
Is sit and wait at a bench and think about what’s true
This is not the end of a conversation; it is actually just the beginning
You can even say you know it’s only the first inning
So take your time and talk about the world
Make pretend you never met that guy or girl
Just think about the facts and how it all came true
Think about your life and think about just you
So take yourself all the way down
To the end that is all the way around
Don’t forget it is you and your friends who talk
So bring them with you to the end of the boardwalk
When you reach the end, it isn’t at all the end
It is just you sitting at a bench talking to your best friends

By J.D.