The Sonnet:
The sonnet form is old and full of dust
And yet I want to learn to write one well.
To learn new forms and grow is quite a must,
But I will learn it quickly, I can tell.
And so I sit, today, with pen in hand,
Composing three new quatrains with a rhyme.
The rhythm flows like wind at my command.
The A-B-A-B form consumes my time.
But I’m not done until there’s fourteen lines.
One ending couplet, after three quatrains.
I’ve tried to write this new form several times.
The effort’s huge; I have to rack my brain.
But I persist, my fourteen lines now done.
I wrote my poem; my sonnet work is won.
by Denise Rodgers
Choosing an S word was difficult.
I am a STEINER educator so I think about Rudolf Steiner all the time.
I am also a fan of SIMPLICITY PARENTING and refer to the sage advice of Kim Payne constantly.
I live in Singapore which I love to deride mostly because it is hot, humid, and "mind controlled", and other things that are even more about me and my buttons.
1 comment:
NIce! I wrote a sonnet once - for Griffen's sixth birthday. It was HARD:
Six
Some lights there are which brighten up the day
They shine and sparkle even as the sun;
The crystal, glass and mirror like to play
With happy light they beg and borrow from.
It’s night that lets us glory in the light
Of lamps and flashlights candlesticks and fire;
The gift of darkness is the yearning for what’s bright
And blackness is illumined with desire.
But yours is brightness which is hid in dark
And neither is it seen in daylight’s hours.
Your light is warm and strong and leaves no mark,
It washes over me like heavenly showers:
It’s Griffen light, the light of Godly love,
More glorious to me than any from above.
For Griffen
April 2005
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