sonnet

Hear That? – NaPo 2025 Day Twenty-Six

For Saturday’s prompt, I was to write a sonnet with the format of a song. So, not a proper sonnet. I used Edgar Allan Poe’s “Sonnet – Silence” as an inspirational guide or bridge to mine. My problem was that “The Sound of Silence” song by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, and the more recent version by the band, Disturbed, would not stop playing in my head.

I used a ten-syllable line structure and the ABBA, CDDC, EFFE, GG rhyme structure that Poe used, and likewise, I did not break out separate stanzas.

Let the Beat Go On

It is at a sound where a life begins
a sound there is but it we do not see.
In death, that silence there can only be.
It is in still silence where all life ends.
We awake to songs that we all can hear,
the smells, the tastes, and the good sights of life,
and thunder unheard marks the life of strife.
Then, this silence must have its place, my dear.
We live in life, until we bow to death.
The sound of silence that no one’s disturbed
the sounds of silence one has never heard,
with one last sound, upon our dying breath.
You hear the clap of echoes in my heart
it is alone we play our final part.

Look both ways because hearing loss in one ear confuses directions.
Mind the gaps and take care of all your senses.

NaPoWriMo 2023 (Day 9)

Today I was to write a sonnet. While allowed space regarding traditional sonnets, I was to keep with a general theme of “love.” I did not shoot for iambic pentameter, but I did manage ten syllables per line, except for the final two, which are nine and eleven, thus averaging ten. I made no attempt to rhyme.

I don’t think you understood love like me.
When I told Mom that you were a good man
Walking home after making arrangements
She balked. I understood and we agreed.

You had always been a difficult man.
With a world view no wider than the path
Of a tear rolling down my cheek or hers.
Coalminer tough and Irishman drunk.

Your mother died when you were only eight.
You were raised by a strict Scotsman father.
About him and you, you never told me.
He was your only father role model.

Now I wonder about me as a father,
And my wife as my children’s mother.

Look both ways in love and life.
Nobody is perfect and forgiveness is good.
But forgetting is optional.

 

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NaPoWriMo April 2022 (Day 16)

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Today, I was to write a curtal sonnet. That is a variation of a (real) 14-line sonnet. Both are fixed verse forms with rhyming according to a prescribed scheme. I hope you’re not holding your breath.

A curtal sonnet is a curtailed or contracted sonnet. It has 11 lines with two optional rhyming schemes. I see it as a mathematical variation of a six and five (or four and a half) line reduced sonnet form. I consider any sonnet brief, so a curtal sonnet is a reduction of a reduced form. This may be the only one I ever write. Nothing said it had to be good.

By Reason of Conclusion

My search for some gods needs logical proof,
To arrive at most honest conclusions
From science I seek logical answers
To discover reality and truth.

Turn scripture from some reasoned confusion
Thumb through pages, bemusing all chances
None of this explains your absence of love
If my mind can manage not being so
Show me now please, your better solution.

Given you by a deity above
Now you know, I am a pro.

Look both ways because at the end of the day,
a poor poem beats nothing at all.
Mind the gaps.

S – Sonnet “Seeking the Truth” (NaPoWriMo #22)

This, my first sonnet, was difficult. It was also fun and I learned more about the challenges of writing poetic. I want to work more with meter and rhyme, but now’s not the time.

I attempted to write in the Shakespearean tradition of a sonnet, with 14 lines of 10 syllables each, with a rhyme scheme of abab, cdcd, efef, gg; and the iambic pentameter. Like we all know what that is, right? My humble apologies to the Bard for attempting such a sacred task. 

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Seeking the Truth
by Bill Reynolds

In seeking the truth, I require some proof,
My goal to touch some real conclusion.
A quest to discover both reason and truth,
The turning of pages led to confusion.
Noble the search for answers not pallid,
From myth; if I am, then god must be too.
From science we ask, a source that is valid,
From faith of past, must it be now so true?
These are the chains of unfounded mystique.
None of this means any absence of love,
Admit to the truth, there’s no god to seek.
My freedom is not a power above.

I found this truth after seventy years,
Loving all others is more happy cheers.

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Look both ways and you’ll see them coming.
Minding the gaps will keep your heart running.