Because we all want to write more poems.
THE SONNET AS AN OLD MAN
The writing of a sonnet is a pain
That hammers words to fit like blocks of stone
And once it's done the poet feels no gain
For rigid form is cause to stand alone
The modern world throws scansion to the side
To join the midden heap of form and rhyme
Though rhyme persists with clumsy stumbling pride
And hurried steps and couplets out of time
Do poems rise like waves bewitched by shallows?
Or does the loom of language weave its cloth
On ragged frames, on oak trees or on gallows
Or are our words borne, wavelike, on the froth?
Thus poetry has rid itself of form
And passion drives the poet through the storm
- joshua mertz's Shared Poems
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joshua mertz
July 1, 2015
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Yes, an actual sonnnet
In response to the wild and freewheeling style of a poetry night I attend, a Shakespearian sonnet-- fourteen lines of iambic pentameter, three quatrains and a summarizing couplet. I thought I had forgotten how to write a sonnet. It was fun. I maintain that to write good poetry one should study what came before; learn the rules before you break them.
Neil McKay
August 12, 2015
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Well done! And I agree, you
Well done! And I agree, you gotta know what the rules are or you're not really breaking them.