Don’t Dream. Do. A Sonnet for You

It’s been awhile since I wrote a sonnet. I’ve only written 20 or less in my whole life. But I do like the art form, and lately I’m trying to flex both my artistic and creative writing muscles, so here goes! I hope you enjoy it. If it is imperfect, its message, at least, is sincerely intended.



 Don’t Dream. Do!
By Jason J. Michael

A dream is but a dream until you act.
The act of dreaming never made one true.
For dreaming’s but the start of “false to fact.”
A path that’s tracked, compact, from dream to do.

Too many, meek and mild, suppose to sit,
As if the sitting is the act itself,
And while away the hours in a fit,
While more constructive measures stay the shelf.

So please take heed, you need to hear me now:
A dream’s but the beginning of the quest.
Yes, dream, but steam ahead to “when and how,”
For dreams are naught but air till pressed to test.

And if this formula is followed through,
I can but hope for you your dreams come true.

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May your day be filled with beautiful flowers.

Sonnet 20 (For Duke and Ivan: Two Brothers)

I have not posted in months. Truth is I got married in October and my wife is expecting in September and life has just been one whirlwind of activity after another. But, hopefully, I’m getting a handle on it…at least for now. This is a sonnet I just finished, dedicated to my somewhat new kitten/son who just celebrated 1 year with us this week. It is co-dedicated to his brother, Ivan, a Russian blue who called me dad for twenty years before crossing over two years ago. Ivan’s presence is still felt in our house in Duke’s resemblance to him and it is often hard to not see one without the other inside. Enjoy.

A little man has come into our lives,

A grey and white expression of pure joy,

Within his gaze a brother passed survives,

Assuring us he is, in fact, our boy.

His antic mayhem livens up the dawn,

A silver blur that breaks the day’s repose,

Transforming tranquil times for stretch and yawn

To “pounce and run” attacks upon our toes.

And thus the day is born and bound to stay,

With wacky happiness patrols on tap,

In swift pursuit of life’s most “purrfect” day

Till playful kittens crave a Dukey-nap.

Though none could take the place of brothers gone

In this new son my love for both lives on.