It’s a vicious process, sonnet writing.
It seems as every time I near the goal
a syllable or rhyme eludes me,
rendering my poetry somewhat droll.
I feel empathy for those who struggle
and a growing sense of hate for masters,
those who can weave such beautiful meaning
into these cruel preconceived disasters.
I have fourteen lines to accentuate,
ten short syllables I must embellish,
at least three sentences to punctuate,
yet I sit typing, starting to relish
the idea of writing a semi-sonnet
solely focussed on the hassle of – dammit.
Carly Britt is currently a student at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, majoring in Biomedical Engineering. She also works on campus as a student researcher in the Orthopaedic Mechanobiology Lab.
Great (semi-)sonnet! This is very funny. By the way, I sometimes contribute to this site, and I am also at NC State. I am a grad student in the Materials Science and Engineering Department (I work in Engineering Building 1). Small world!
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Clever stuff. Writing poetry about the craft of poetry is an old idea, and your treatment of it works. It reminds me of a piece called “You bid me try”. I forget the name of the author, but you can google it and you’ll see what I mean.
God I’m good