A screenshot of a notes app note that reads: 30 days of Sonnets: day 9 The British weather is a fucking cunt: One day I am as hot as Vulcan's balls, The next I'm freezing cold. It's an affront To all that spring has promised. And it falls On me to pack three, four, five layers more To make sure I'm not freezing off my tits On the way home. It's such a bloody bore And scuppers any hope of chic outfits And then what if it rains?! Heaven forbid That I will have my brolly close at hand. And then, sleet, snow, and fog - you think I kid; That kind of crap is totally on brand. At least this shit brings some variety As well as climatic anxiety.

Day 9 of #30DaysOfSonnets: I'm just really annoyed at how crap the weather was today. This one came out pretty sweary - you have been warned. #PoetsSky #WritersSky #Poetry #writingcommunity

A screenshot of a notes app note, reading: 30 Days of Sonnets: Day 8 Instead of saying, simply, "I love you," Try something like, "My spirit yearns to spend Eternity with you," or, "All I do I do your will to serve, your soul to tend." Or say, "I will do anything for love." (Be sure to leave off Meat Loaf's final clause), Or, "When you fell to Earth from heaven above How many bumps and bruises did it cause?" Or maybe take a more comedic route; "I love you lots like jelly tots," perhaps. Throw on some sweet treats and a kiss to boot To show your strength of feeling will not lapse. But the again, these tips are all cliches; Best then to find a unique turn or phrase.

Day 8 of #30DaysofSonnets: today's poem is an exploration of the different ways to say "I love you". #PoetsSky #WritersSky #Poetry #writingcommunity

A screenshot of a notes app note which reads: 30 Days of Sonnets: Day 7 I'm lying in my garden on the grass Stretched out beneath an endless, pale blue sky, The sun warming my back, and wondering why Today's poem's so difficult to start. Maybe it was the darkness of the house, A soporific, shadowy cocoon Made more for sleeping than the sun at noon Blazing above, toasting my whole back side. But now the heat is coaxing my eyes shut Despite the brightness out here. That's not fair! At least this way I'm getting some fresh air; And look, I'm almost twelve lines down at least. And even though this sonnet's not my best, It's written. Now I'll stay out here and rest.

Day 7 of #30DaysOfSonnets. I jinxed it yesterday by saying this was getting easier. But hey ho, at least I got to write in the sunshine today #PoetsSky #WritersSky #Poetry #writingcommunity

A screenshot of a notes app note, which reads: 30 days of Sonnets: day 6 What do you do with this one precious life, A fleeting flame so easily sniffed out? Our time is brief, the world so full of strife, It's hard to fathom what it's all about. Some wise philosophers have shared their views On which approach to living they think best, And Godly men are often known to muse Upon shat merits a soul's peaceful rest. Physicians of the body and the mind Promote good health as worthy of pursuit, Whilst modern mystics seek instead to find Their own authentic truth as their life's root. For my art, this one answer will suffice: Love fearlessly and deep. That's my advice.

Day 6 of #30DaysOfSonnets. Thought of the first line the other day, so decided to make it the subject of today's poem. Sidenote, I low key think these are getting easier, but I don't want to jinx it! #PoetSky #WritersSky #Poetry #writingcommunity

A screenshot of a notes app note which reads: 30 Days of Sonnets: Day 5 An actor's life is far from glamorous Like films and magazines often portray, With crowds of fans adoring, clamorous, Mobbing the stage door in a feral frey. For most of us, our work is seldom seen: We home our craft and learn our lines alone. And whilst you might think "resting" is serene, In truth, we work all hours to the bone To feed and clothe ourselves. Then, when at last A job arrives and we can use our skill, The heady whirlwind will too soon have passed And then we're back again to square one. Still Though "glamorous" is not my life, that's fine: I wouldn't trade this actors life of mine.

Day 5 of #30DaysofSonnets. Too tired to give backstory for this one. Sorry. #PoetsSky #Poetry #WritersSky

A screenshot of a notes app notes, which reads: 30 Days Of Sonnets: Day 4 I miss long summers underneath the trees: The bluebells carpeting the ground, the hush Beneath the canopy, the whispering breeze That rustles through the creeping underbrush. The shade is cool and soothing on my skin, Baked underneath the blazing midday sun, As the first maple seeds tumble and spin Towards the earth below. My fingers run Along the flaking bark and papery leaves As I breathe in the heavy-scented dirt, 'Til evening draws me home, and my heart greaves To leave behind this haven and revert Back to my mundane life boxed in by walls So seldom breeched by nature's joyous calls.

Day 4 of #30DaysOfSonnets: todays ended up being a tribute to all those hours walking in the woods when I wasn't allowed to. #PoetsOfBlueSky #WritersSky #PoetsSky #Poetry #writingcommunity

A screenshot of a notes app note, which reads: 30 Days of Sonnets: Day 3 I'm starting to regret this little scheme Of writing thirty sonnets in a month. As fun and simple as the task may seem, It needs a certain clarity of thought That doesn't come as easy as I'd like When I don't get as much sleep as I ought, Or inspiration refuses to strike, Or my to-do list crams my restless brain. And so I write on struggling to write. And though the struggle often feels in vain, I sometimes compose something that's alright; Not blowing any minds, but even so I think it's better to push through and see What I can do despite what limits me.

Day 3 of #30DaysOfSonnets. I'm so tired from life and work and audition prep, so this is what came out of me today. Written on the train home from work #WritersSky #PoetsSky #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #writingcommunity

A screenshot of a notes app, which reads: 30 Days of Sonnets: Day 2 My eyes are heavy and my spirit aches From all the dreary trials of the day: The pile of stresses and the small mistakes That makes a life feel futile. Not to say The day has not been fruitful; I have sent Important correspondence, hones my craft, And touched some grass - for most, a day well spent (Albeit these things are not, per SA, "hard graft"). So why do I still feel this emptiness, Like my accomplishments have little worth? And every time I shift this heaviness Still it returns to smother all my mirth. Alas, dear reader, much to my dismay My couplet has no answer to convey.

Day two of #30DaysOfSonnets. After spending my 4 hour shift on the struggle-bus trying to write between customers, I came home and wrote this in 20 minutes. Why is writing like that?! #PoetrySky #poetry #writingcommunity