A sonnet is a 14-line poem, originally from Italy, which follows a 10-syllable-per-line scheme with various rhyming arrangements, such as ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. Shakespeare, of course, is the one who rendered it the paragon of poetry.
My Next Leap – A Sonnet (August 15, 2020)
I would have felt it, its might, in my mind,
And a bright colour spectrum to and fro
Would have kept shining, shining till a kind
Wind would have turned my senses into glow.
I would have waited for it with my heart,
And some stupefaction upon my face
Would have greeted its natural depart;
Beautiful agony after its trace.
If only I could, I would have roared on,
Watching the beauty that shimmers April
In those cool-warm afternoons, and then won
It, my next leap, standing alone, in peril.
I would have felt it everywhere and cried;
It would have occurred again, misapplied.
Words Are Cheap – Not a Sterling Sonnet (October 15, 2020)
Few cents per sentence is laughingly lame
That is if the words are even received
Type a long sentence, it can be achieved
Few cents per word if your words can rename
Shakespeare for one but you have to be shrewd
You can To Be or Not to Be as long
As you end up typing it like a song
Remaining true to the Bard’s loving feud
J. D. Harms arms fresh lakes of subtleties
With references to never-expired
Concepts greats though the free verse is attired
With timely words notable entities
Some poets carry words, some also rhymes
We can live with both, the sign of the times