It seemed to be a good idea today to write another post in sonnet form. I figure I can write it Shakespeare’s way since that’s as good as any kind of “norm” for writing things in fourteen lines of verse. The rhyming scheme is just “ABAB” (repeated thrice).
I guess you could do worse than trusting in old William, so you see it isn’t hard at all to tell a story, or at least a rant, in very metric ways. I know it isn’t strictly mandatory but I kind of like the way the rhythm plays upon the written page. In case you care, the last two lines must form a rhyming pair.
I thought that maybe I might try my hand at playing raconteur with sonnet verse, but it is not so easy to rehearse the story so that you can understand what I am trying to convey this time without such complicated turns of phrase. At least I am permitted to erase my failed attempts at rhythm and at rhyme,
Which, by the way, is “ABBA” just because I’d like to differentiate my form from yours so I can satiate some impulse to distinguish. But I must-ered all my energies to no avail… I never even got to start my tale!
Now I can hear your voice in my mind reading the words, that makes things a lot easier. 😉
X: That’s a wonderful comment — I love the way you vary the sonnet form!!