Silly Sonnet 29 Redux to Lucy (a.k.a. I’m Not A Poet & I Know It!)


Dyane & Lucy, 2015

It has been far too serious around here, plus the weather’s turning cold and gloomy. Perhaps the gallon of locally roasted Rocket Fuel from Coffeol Roasting I enjoyed this morning affected me, because I’m suddenly feeling silly! 

My favorite Shakespeare sonnet #29 When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes popped into my brain.

I have a degree in English literature, and once in a while this kind of thing happens. As I slurped my java, I read Counterpoint Press’ newsletter, scrolled down, and BOOM! There was an interview with that guy  from my high school math class who became a bestselling author.

Seeing Norman Ollestad’s intense visage accompanied by all that glow-in-the-dark praise inspired me to commit a silly sin. I changed the Almighty Bard’s words in his beloved Sonnet #29 to reflect my current goofy, insecure state of mind. 

Thankfully Shakespeare wrote the sonnet before 1923, so he can’t sue me for copyright infringement (see this post for more about that topic) although I suppose he could haunt me a la the ghost he penned in Hamlet


 To that, all I have to say in my most nasal of Valley Girl voices is “Whatever, William!”

Without further adeiu, I present the revision to you. Hope you like it!



Silly Sonnet 29 Redux to Lucy

When, in disgrace with the Craft and writers’ eyes,

I all alone beweep my lack of talent,

And trouble the deaf New York Times Book Review with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself and curse my manuscript,

Wishing me like to J.K. Rowling more rich in….everything!

Featured like her, like her with agents and publicists possessed,

Desiring this woman’s literary art and that woman’s literary scope

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

(Like to the lark at break of day arising 

From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with 5-star Amazon reviews (among other things!)

*here is the original masterpiece Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare


Dyane’s memoir Birth of a New Brain – Healing from Postpartum Bipolar Disorder with a foreword by Dr. Carol Henshaw (co-author of The Modern Management of Perinatal Psychiatry) will be published by Post Hill Press in October 2017.


18 thoughts on “Silly Sonnet 29 Redux to Lucy (a.k.a. I’m Not A Poet & I Know It!)

    • I’m scared to admit this, but I’m usually “just not into” poetry, ever, but I love this sonnet. 😉 Thanks for the compliment! I hope someone who loves this sonnet like I do sees it and gets a kick out of it…my Mom is a major Shakespeare fan (and acted in some of his plays) so she might comment.

  1. Ah…my daughter . Your thoughts are so beautifully expressed! The Bard looks kindly at your words as do I.🎼🎼

  2. I don’t know anything about poetry so I’m feeling amazing about this badass sonnet! Nice job. Glad you added a little silliness today. I appreciate it. Lots of love. XOXOXO

    • You crack me up – thank you, I needed to laugh! You’re packed with awesome, you beautiful writer📖, you! 😜💗

    • I think I’m going to resort to bribery…..not sure what I’ll offer for the coveted 5-star reviews, yet! My soul? 😱 (p.s. I’m kidding. Maybe.)

    • ****Thank you****, Kitt !

      Your comment about doing a social media blitz made me feel GREAT!!!!
      I didn’t plan the book’s release date, but it’s going to be timely. I noticed Natasha Tracy’s new book was released in October, and I’m sure you got the info. too. She was smart because October is full of mental health awareness dates.

      An IBPF email included these dates:


      Thanks again for your support – I love it.

  3. Inspirations and I mean awesome ones, comes most often to me when am at a low… so I can relate… all the best my fair lady and I like yours too more than the original, I anxiously await that Oct 2017

    • Thank you, my lovely one! Yes, inspirations (awesome ones) come to so many folks when they’re at their lowest. We’ve been through enough lows, if you know what I mean – now it’s time for some middles. Not highs, LOL!

      I’ll be more responsive on Lose It! – you’ll see….the past week was a blur, but I’m going to try hard to get it together. I promise to be a better Wondrous Writers buddy to you! I have hope! XoXoXo

  4. Perfectly silly.:) Seriously! When I think of all those I read here, and what they’ve published–and are ABOUT to publish (frantic gestures your way!)–I get bummed with my pile of unfinished stuff. But it’s also because of those I read here (MORE frantic gestures your way!) that I want to keep going, write, and FINISH. So. hugs to you, O silly one! May the rocket fuel take you to the moon and back with a basket of moon cheese and stories to share. 🙂 xxxxx

    • You must be tired from all those frantic gestures, my amiga.
      I think I need to send you a pound of North Coast Coffee Roasting Company’s Wicked Wake Up! 😉 And some Coffeol’s Rocket Fuel too!

      I got a good giggle out of the line, ” May the rocket fuel take you to the moon and back with a basket of moon cheese and stories to share.” Oh yes! 🌛

      p.s. you really do have the most glorious comments
      p.p.s. I must repeat that your the post “And Through The Mist You’ll Find Hope” (I read it in the wee hours, hence my brief comment) was beyond amazing.

Comments are closed.