inbetween
06-13-2010, 01:13 PM
in school we where supposed to write a sonnet and I first tried a dark, cryptic one and even finished it but I didn't like it. all these rules ... whenever something came up in my mind I had to make it fit into the scheme and then it didn't sound good anymore. so out of my desperation I produced the following.
(it's far from perfect but I hope it's amusing - a little at least)
About writing sonnets
I simply hate writing sonnets,
To me it’s a waste of time.
They are nothing but horrible corsets
For the spirit, the soul, the free mind.
Rhymes and syllables, everything has to fit
There’s a rule for every breath.
If you can’t match the scheme, just forget it
For it’s surely your sonnet’s death.
Yet I cannot deny they are beautiful,
They can be cryptic, witty, sublime.
They can be all that if produced by a skull
Like Shakespeare’s, Nerval’s or one equally fine.
But however well the old masters have done it,
I, myself, simply hate writing sonnets.
(it's far from perfect but I hope it's amusing - a little at least)
About writing sonnets
I simply hate writing sonnets,
To me it’s a waste of time.
They are nothing but horrible corsets
For the spirit, the soul, the free mind.
Rhymes and syllables, everything has to fit
There’s a rule for every breath.
If you can’t match the scheme, just forget it
For it’s surely your sonnet’s death.
Yet I cannot deny they are beautiful,
They can be cryptic, witty, sublime.
They can be all that if produced by a skull
Like Shakespeare’s, Nerval’s or one equally fine.
But however well the old masters have done it,
I, myself, simply hate writing sonnets.