A sonnet on sonnets

[Red-Headed]

The sonnet is almost too forlorn
and which sort to employ is never easy,
A Petrarchan would be such an intense form:
The Pushkinian always makes me feel queasy.
Both Spenser and Byron would well mourn
A Miltonic lack of use of volta,
Unless an about face you would warn
and make me hesitate and falter.
The sestet has just now arrived
Without a noticeable change in pace;
Yet now I am just as well subscribed
To end my poem with no disgrace.
Like I should have aught else to fear
I'll go with the scheme of Shakespeare.

[Hawkman]

For a sonnet, especially a Shakespearian one, it's a bit rough around the edges :D Not exactly iambic pentameter or even hexameter, although you have adhered to the rhyming scheme, although easy and queasy makes me feel it lol.

[Red-Headed]

For a sonnet, especially a Shakespearian one, it's a bit rough around the edges :D Not exactly iambic pentameter or even hexameter, although you have adhered to the rhyming scheme, although easy and queasy makes me feel it lol.

Yeah, it tends to sway a bit. It's basically a comic poem. I have a lot of previous versions, this one, believe it or not, scanned the best!

[Hawkman]

These words in herds, so driven by the pen,
May squirm in their resistance to your will
And though the metre calls for blocks of ten
Their passing value is amusement still.
Why baulk in efforts? Press against the flow,
That counter to the muse, might trip your tongue;
Delight in seasons where good humours grow
And stint not laughter’s music in your fun.
Let rhyme and rhythm lift your spirit high
When darkness threatens joy with jaw grim set,
You wouldn’t feel the need to breathe a sigh
While weeping over syntax, I would bet;
Be proud, rejoice – and celebrate your skill
Leave others to dissect and pay the bill.

[Red-Headed]

Far out! :coolgleamA:

[YesNo]

I liked the sound of your sonnet, Hawkman, and I agree that Red-Headed's meter could be made more regular. It would actually make it more comical to do so.

[Varenne Rodin]

These words in herds, so driven by the pen,
May squirm in their resistance to your will
And though the metre calls for blocks of ten
Their passing value is amusement still.
Why baulk in efforts? Press against the flow,
That counter to the muse, might trip your tongue;
Delight in seasons where good humours grow
And stint not laughter’s music in your fun.
Let rhyme and rhythm lift your spirit high
When darkness threatens joy with jaw grim set,
You wouldn’t feel the need to breathe a sigh
While weeping over syntax, I would bet;
Be proud, rejoice – and celebrate your skill
Leave others to dissect and pay the bill.

Outstanding!

[Junglord]

Back to Red-headed, I find it a pleasant poem. Not much critique as I don't think the metre draws attention away from the point, which is to humour. Good stuff. Keep writing.

[Red-Headed]

Back to Red-headed, I find it a pleasant poem. Not much critique as I don't think the metre draws attention away from the point, which is to humour. Good stuff. Keep writing.

Thanks.

[Varenne Rodin]

I very much enjoyed this as well. I somehow neglected to say so.

[Red-Headed]

I very much enjoyed this as well. I somehow neglected to say so.

Thanks, I have other versions, but I think this one, even with its rather errant scansion, worked the best.