Sonnet
Sonnet
How often does it seem
Our lives would make a play of Death?
Emotions echo of his icy tones
With murmurs that coax doubts
Out of their dark little homes.
When sorrows do their best to mimic
Raindrops upon a grave.
A never-ceasing pattering--
That chants throughout the night.
When our lives would take delight
In wrenching us through the wretched grasp of despair
So then, deep in the bedarkened heart-- a light may break
One not our own,
A light that in contrast shines bright.
This, the gentle love of another,
Comes like a cool morning mist
Unadorned
And quiet.
Undemanding
Yet one thing required.
A lily's bowed head,
Responding to the gentle vapor's touch
Opens slowly, letting
The last droplets of rain run down it's leaves.
Withered petals emerge, resurrected--
And unfold into daylight.
My heart
How it wills to live!
How it yearns to open to love.
The damp spirit of the evening
Shall never close it again.
Our lives would make a play of Death?
Emotions echo of his icy tones
With murmurs that coax doubts
Out of their dark little homes.
When sorrows do their best to mimic
Raindrops upon a grave.
A never-ceasing pattering--
That chants throughout the night.
When our lives would take delight
In wrenching us through the wretched grasp of despair
So then, deep in the bedarkened heart-- a light may break
One not our own,
A light that in contrast shines bright.
This, the gentle love of another,
Comes like a cool morning mist
Unadorned
And quiet.
Undemanding
Yet one thing required.
A lily's bowed head,
Responding to the gentle vapor's touch
Opens slowly, letting
The last droplets of rain run down it's leaves.
Withered petals emerge, resurrected--
And unfold into daylight.
My heart
How it wills to live!
How it yearns to open to love.
The damp spirit of the evening
Shall never close it again.
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Andrew-- If you will look more closely you will see this poem has no name as of yet, I merely put "sonnet" in the subject line because the feelings put across in this poem were ones that I had seen in some of shakespeares sonnets. I am fully aware this poem does not meet the requirements of a true sonnet lol. Just as natalie's poem "Jewellery Store on Gov't St" is not titled "new poem" this one is not titled "sonnet" - I am still looking for a title... Maybe some of you guys have suggestions? I thought about just putting under "How Often Does"... but didn't quite like that. Lizzy, Sandra, Andrew-- thank you for the replies.
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Re: Sonnet
yes
Re: Sonnet
I just searched Everett Wade trying to figure out who he is/was and I came across a post that greg had made years ago. I love finding forgotten jewels like that.
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... so
..... where is your sonnet?
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... so
..... where is your sonnet?
Re: Sonnet
Hi Everett and all,
there are all sorts of sonnets; usually named after a poet who did it one way particularly well.
I noticed that the first 2 verses are sonnet-esq in that you have the 8 lined verse and the 6 lined verse following.
I suppose you could call the first 2 verses a "free form sonnet" of a sort, though there is no iambic pentameter or twist in the argument/position after the 8th line, which I enjoy.
But moving on; the fact that you stumble off into writing a poem after reading a few sonnets is a wonderful thing in my eyes.
Maybe you could give your poem a title that suggests just that process.....post-sonneteering
Your poem certainly is filled with thoughts awash in a sea of feelings, which is the meat of a sonnet; the skeleton being the meter, twist and structure, as I understand it.
Thanks for the enjoyment/sojourn.
MatbbgJ
there are all sorts of sonnets; usually named after a poet who did it one way particularly well.
I noticed that the first 2 verses are sonnet-esq in that you have the 8 lined verse and the 6 lined verse following.
I suppose you could call the first 2 verses a "free form sonnet" of a sort, though there is no iambic pentameter or twist in the argument/position after the 8th line, which I enjoy.
But moving on; the fact that you stumble off into writing a poem after reading a few sonnets is a wonderful thing in my eyes.
Maybe you could give your poem a title that suggests just that process.....post-sonneteering

Your poem certainly is filled with thoughts awash in a sea of feelings, which is the meat of a sonnet; the skeleton being the meter, twist and structure, as I understand it.
Thanks for the enjoyment/sojourn.
MatbbgJ
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.