Sonnets We Are Not – Or, My Attempt At Writing Them

I am dabbling in the PAD (Poem A Day) Chapbook Challenge for the Month of November. You can find the information over at Writer’s Digest, and you can see CB Wentworth tackle the month with Haiku’s.  I thought it sounded like something fun and a good challenge for me to work on sonnets.  Unfortunately I seem to be having issues with iambic pentameter. I can get the pentameter no problem, but iambic… whew. Turns out, I haven’t a clue how to write that way. I have not been writing sonnets, but mixing trochee, spondee, dactyl, anapaest, and iambic all together. Sigh. It does not make a sonnet. So there I am on Youtube attempting to make sense of unstressed and stressed words. For those who don’t know, iambic means one unstressed and one stressed.  I’m sort of getting it. Kind of. (not really) Argh!

However, while I’m not succeeding fully, I have semi sonnets. Lacking true Iambic Pentameter but almost there. Here are two that I wrote so far.  The first one deals with the ‘day after’, in whatever form you want. I kind of want to go back and do a day after Halloween, or Christmas, or some event. The other one is prompted with Once Upon A ______ (blank). Due to my love of the show, I went with Once Upon A Time (ABC)  Sue me. I’m a girl.

So take a look. I hope you enjoy. I’m really working on this metre thing.  I hope to have it down by the end of the month

The Morning After

It is the day after, look at the mess
I have made things more cluttered than need be
In a moment of lust losing that dress
To hopes and dreams and things that can’t be

It was a wicked night full of things too full
A night of passions running wild and high
We threw caution to the wind with a pull
The sheets landed on the floor a kiss and sigh

Now I stare down at you in sweet repose
A frisson of delight tangles me more
I want to stay here in your arms enclose
Not leaving the delight we had before

But it’s the morning after of reckless
And you won’t stay here to pick up the mess.

Once Upon a Time Ago

Once upon a time it was long ago
When a lady came to a town in Maine
The clock tower stood silent ever slow
And the sheriff was a huntsman arcane

A mayor with an evil side of darkness
A woman lost in teaching in the school
A man who lost his mind in suddenness
A town so full of sad and grim and blue

She is the savior for whom we foretold
In the books they knew her name and story
Now we hold her to break the curse twofold
And bring us into hope with the glory

But darkness lurks in every page turned
This story is best in the lesson learned

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