I wanted to kickstart the posts on this website with some personal video footage and I'm working towards it.
But until then - and that's not to say that the current content is of lesser value than the footage - here's a Shakespearean sonnet I wrote awhile back.
I'm also writing another in spondaic pentameter, but it's not finished yet.
For A-.
In times of dreadful sadness rearing up
Which almost always happens nowadays
To beg a drink of water from your cup
Can carry force majeure inside your maze.
When seeds and hairs, despite a constant growth
Are nurtured into states so beauteous
Reminders glare inside my eyes of oaths
I once believed to sound so duteous.
Designing tales free of vicious truth
Absolves my absolutely frail mind
Of crying games, alcohol, and living proof
Persuading heart and soul to break their bind.
Imagination blind, my efforts hold
Predictions bearing weight in worthless gold.
Beauteous and duteous aside, writing sonnets is more enjoyable than I thought it'd be. I'm not inclined towards poetry - it feels like every poem I write can be expanded into something larger, and rightly so in most instances. But sonnets require form, and with form comes concision (in some cases)...and the form that sonnets require make me discover new ideas, I find. It's true.
There's not enough legend behind this sonnet to make it worthwhile to the general public, I know. For now it's only a case of the young man (YOUNG MAN) expressing his feelings through words, which we all know is a cute but fruitless endeavour. Right? Right. This youth just disgusts me (it's time for me to stop writing about this tired subject).
I know what you mean about structure, though, I'd like to add that it is part of the mystery of the creative process. Also, being in a vain mood, I wonder if A- is me and you are trying to tell me that I drink too much...which you wouldn't really know about...
ReplyDeleteLater bro. Nice poem.
It's good to hear from you Aaron. Of course I knew it was probably you. But like I said earlier, just let me know it's you so it's one less puzzle to deal with in a sea of past, present and future puzzles.
ReplyDeleteBut you ought to chill with that vanity. Why would I write a poem about you that includes your drinking habits, since you and I both know that I have no clue as to what they are? That's hilariously absurd. I can reassure you (and hopefully other people) that I'd never write anything about people I know and give them false attributes while coyly hinting that it's them (id est the title). I wouldn't even really write poems about other people I know in general unless I had a very good reason.
But anyways, your comment was good. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
It is hilariously absurd! That's what I was going for. Anyways, as you can see I figured out the name thing, hopefully you will see it in the near future.
ReplyDeletePeace, Aaron