Hello everyone. Have missed this site but am delighted to announce that I is a Uni studying poetry and creative writing and LOVING IT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH.
We were given ten minutes in class to write a sonnet. So yous lot can shut up and listen. Yes the Iambic pentameter is not perfect but hey I did it in the alloted time...so there.
Quiet strangle tutor, leave one breath reborn
to gasp pleasure at my recitative.
Write a sonnet, stanza, nonsence written then torn
from notebook wrenched, thrown down to silent grieve,
the poet, the poem, the raison d'etre is dead,
the point, the pointlessness inherant
yet like love to heart is pen to head,
there's no more finer form to rave and rant
than peeling thoughts, slicing words, boiling phrases
inexact to 'plauded ancetral recipes.
Wish I like them were pushing easy daisies
instead I can'st e'en marvel fleas.
So again, this time, you win John Donne.
My sonnet is finished. But it's title. Number one.