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I tried to write a sonnet: A sonnet by Mike Cole

I tried to write a sonnet

I tried to write a sonnet, I really did.

Hours I worked, yet nothing truly clever.

Iambic pentameter brought that to a skid.

I realize now, a fruitless endeavor.


Stressed and unstressed can be tough, what to do?

My first poem never saw the light of day.

I watched the clock and time accrued.

Shakespeare was brilliant, what can I say?


If I had my way, every line would rhyme,

Yet I’m committed, this sonnet will be done.

The point of no return has arrived, climb!

All this time spent… I could’ve been seeing sun!


Alas, no more shall come of this sad affair.

Awake! Awake now! Wake from this nightmare.

So, if you follow my blog, you’ll be aware that over the last few months I’ve been playing around. Trying out different forms of poetry, starting with free form, then writing limericks, and now a sonnet. If you follow my twitter, I’ve also tried my hands at haiku’s. And I have to say, it’s been fun. With that said, the sonnet sounds easy on paper but is extremely difficult to execute. I wrote and rewrote this multiple times, until I threw up my hands and went from a serious sonnet to a humorous one. I might try again down the road, however, I am content with just writing poetry as I see fit; my research has concluded and I’m excited to officially bring poetry back to my blog. If you’ve been here since the beginning, you might remember ‘Fruitful Fridays’ where I analyzed a poem every week; well, it’s back (not every week, but hopefully at least once a month), except I’m doing the writing and you get to analyze! And as always, let me know what you think. My blog is designed for discussion and I always love hearing your comments!





Fruitful Friday

Another Year! Another Deadly Blow – William Wordsworth

Another year! Another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or shall be left, alone;
The last that dare to struggle with the Foe.
‘Tis well! From this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought;
That by our own right hands it must be wrought;
That we must stand unpropped, or be laid low.
O dastard whom such foretaste doth not cheer!
We shall exult, if they who rule the land
Be men who hold its many blessings dear,
Wise, upright, valiant; not a servile band,
Who are to judge of danger which they fear,
And honour which they do not understand.

This is such a great poem. The reason I chose it is because this has been a tough year for me. I’ve done a lot of growing up as an individual and I had a huge set-back that I still quite haven’t bounced back from. As the story goes, the perfect internship was a handshake away but due to a little hesitation I lost a great opportunity for the summer. Alas, this is a story for another day.But the point I wanted to make is that by learning to accept responsibility and keep going after failure is a beautiful thing. If I had to chose my favorite aspect of people, it would be their ability to keep going no matter what happens to them. Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!


Fruitful Friday

There is another Sky – Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

A fairly optimistic poem. What the other sky is referring to, that’s up to the reader. In General however, I believe the poem is saying that no matter how hard life gets, there’s always a bright side, something better on the horizon; you might have to trudge through darkness to get there, but it’s worth the trouble. Have a great weekend and thanks for reading!


Fruitful Friday

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

A fun poem I remember from my childhood. Easy to read and beautifully written. You just can’t beat simple elegance. Happy Friday!
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