Rolling grasslands swept by lazy breezes,
Afternoon sun silhouettes Cinnamon,
Pollinated respite, coughs and sneezes,
Assuaged by some lotion and liniment,
Forget-me-not petals, even numbered,
On far away pond, canoe awaits us,
Paddling gently, breathe unencumbered,
Tailwind urges along without compass,
Storm clouds on horizon black with anger,
Our lunchtime picnic’s has gone asunder,
Hurry back to the shore, back to Bangor,
Feeling the fury’s lightning and thunder,
Next time we’ll have lunch inside, where it’s dry,
And then for desert, deep dish apple pie…
Major English Assignment no. 3: The Sonnet.?
Yay! Thank-you so so much!
I actually think the sonnet is the most difficult form because it's so important to choose correctly stressed words to fit the iambic pattern.
Reply:I did one too, but put it in a question, afraid showing some of my other predilections.
Reply:The alpenglow kisses snow capped peaks afar
The gloaming twilight casts its spell
Paints mountain crests with cinnabar
Night creatures stir in the darkening dell
The moon arises, a firey cold light
Cicadas tune up for their evening sonata
The vale now limned with Luna bright
As the nightbird begins its lonesome cantata
The silver stream from the day’s snow melt
Swells and washes its banks
A blanket of stars, Orion’s Belt
Bids me to sleep, and I say “thanks.”
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