Yes, I’ll admit my resolve is weakening or is already broken. I can’t summon the will to finish my little story.
Yesterday at a meeting at my daughter’s high school I chatted with her English teacher about a recent assignment requiring the students to write sonnets. Apparently they found it difficult to work within the technical requirements of an English Sonnet.
I’ve nearly always written free verse. My knowledge of the history of poetry goes only as far back as Whitman. I always found contemporary rhyming poems trite and amateurish. But lately I’ve decided to try my hand at sonnets, thinking perhaps that I should know the rules before I commit to breaking them. Following are two sonnets, written more or less strictly according to the Shakespearean convention. My objective in each case was simply to adhere to the formal structure.
Experimental Sonnet #1
Anger, cynicism, tempting and vile,
Drive me to starve and stab self in spite.
Convinced, proud and righteous but all the while,
Depriving self for ironic “right”.
Superior, stubborn I hold the ground,
Convinced I must teach the lesser.
Only much too late do I hear the sound,
And kneel to my mind’s confessor
How did I come to love the taste of gall,
When of milk I might have partaken?
Pride rushes mindless to embrace the pall,
The future, the self is forsaken.
The light of love, hush of serenity
Found within, a joyful solemnity
Marina
Her face can shine like a milky moonbeam
Or defiant of nature fall dark
Giggling with glee over a madcap meme
Or plotting to revenge some small mark
Her courtesy could be called boundless
But for remarkable exceptions
When her wrath, clear, cold and never soundless
Explodes with expletive eruptions
When she is good, no stranger to kindness
Protector of the weak and aggrieved
When she is angry, given to blindness
Reason’s calm plea she fails to believe
But without darkness we’d not love the light
Her darkest, fell moods give way to delight