Saturday, 14 April 2012

Refuse to Surrender (Day 14)

After the lightening crashes in from the east,  
And all of the clouds turn orange red in fate
You look at me like you were a mythical beast
Before asking why do the clouds always wait,
Could I hear the drums tapping in the wind
And the swallow which won’t fly south
Which looks like the pair of them are bind
In spirit as well as a subtle mouth,
Could I hear the voices of the long dead
As well as the whispers of the not born
Who are all tied up in the same bed
And for whose lives will just be as torn,
Flying free of the cold of winter’s bite
Refusing to surrender with all of their fight.

(Day 14 of asked us to
'And now the prompt. Today, because it’s the 14th, I challenge you to write a sonnet. Sonnets have been around for hundreds of years, and there are plenty of variations in the form. Generally, they have 14 lines. But a Shakespearean sonnet is in iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g. A Petrarchan sonnet has a rhyme scheme of a-b-b-a, a-b-b-a, and then either c-d-e-c-d-e or c-d-c-c-d-c.Spenserian sonnets have a scheme of a-b-a-b, b-c-b-c, c-d-c-d, e-e, and don’t tend to follow the Petrarchan sonnet’s philosophical bent. There are blank verse sonnets (14 lines, iambic pentameter, no rhyme) and contemporary poetry brings us sonnets that neither rhyme nor observe any particular meter.'. Although I cannot claim to be a master of the sonnet, this little baby has come together fairly together). 

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