Day 10 Prompt: the Future
Suggested form: Sonnet
To a poet, the writing of a sonnet undoubtedly comes more easily than it can for me.
It has been fifty years since last I tried my hand at writing a sonnet. It was a torturous process then, and clearly has become no easier in the intervening decades–not that I have tried it since it was assigned as homework in English class. Back then, there seemed to be much time to come up with a classic Shakesperean sonnet. Today, time is short and more pressing–so little future lies before me.
So, in my need to bring closure to this class, I wrote what can be termed a sonnet in iambic pentameter, but without the traditional rhyme scheme. Mine is just a joke of aabbcc etc. There was no way to get either serious or humorous about this form, at least not today. It rhymes–that’s all I can honestly say about it. Does it make sense? I really wish I could say “maybe,” but I’m not sure.
I will say that I enjoyed the challenges set for each session, even if I didn’t try all of the forms or devices yet. In time, I’m sure I will–just not today. Maybe next time I take this course.
The course itself provided me with what I wanted–a chance to learn something about poetry to season my writing. So I am satisfied.
The Future of My (eh-hem) Poetry
I have no wish to e’re become a bard,
For poetry to me is very hard.
The sonnet is a form I cannot learn.
Time left is short and pressing in its turn.
The lim’rick is a form that often jokes.
Haiku is short but “long enough” to folks.
Poetic’ly impaired as I am here,
It seems no poetry sings in my ear.
And yet I strive to write these lines of verse
As though the future holds to me a purse
Of golden dreams to write across a page–
As though of greatest import, at my age.
Yet as tomorrow rests upon a sigh,
The verse I write today will fall or fly.
Seriously, it has been fun taking this class.