…are more involved to write than most. Even in étude form wherein the subject matter is secondary.
First, there is form and reverse form to consider.
Next, there is the word count wherein lines and sentences need rephrasing.
This has been an odd week, but I feel I can continue to work on them now. And then, perhaps, write a few more such sonnets without the use of the formulaic method of the Études series.
…disappeared. I shall be resuming after a much needed respite. I have, as some here know, been ill; although not seriously, still lingeringly! Still it seemed an appropriate reward for my sixth month mark having been achieved–actually taking time to recover without undue stress on my body or mind.
I plan to resume tomorrow–or later this afternoon–with a new sequence. This is the proposed “gateway to sonnet form,” or one might term it “gateway drug to sonnet form.” I myself have so termed it . My plan is to start with freeverse constrained only by being limited to fourteen lines and proceed from there, toward blank verse, and then lyrical couplets and onward from there.
I have not yet decided if it will be one piece continually evolving, or a series of pieces either related in subject, or progressing in a particular direction. We shall see….
O Thou my Muse, reflecteth much Thy flame
That maketh words within me flow like fire,
Abating not, as torrents deadly spill;
Upending doth within me all transpire.
O Thou my Muse, as once I did disclaim–
And though I run a thousand miles away
And lock up all my pen and ink, and still
Without consent, so choose to disobey–
Yet never could I wrest myself, reclaim
My very life, for all was lost… in Thee.
And only once again Thy captive, will
I find such words as once had set me free.
Then with Thy fire tame me, O my Muse.
My quill and my desire are Thine to use.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Hast thou the heart to touch, or even look
Upon such art as this and give its due
An thou profess as fanciful, outgrew,
Though for this canvas rapture overtook;
But are such things professed forever true:
That hath these sculpted works thy nature shook;
And shall thy past refinement be forsook,
Though long thou from thine innocence withdrew?
Rare, priceless, as may not be seen again,
Wilt claim thou of thy prime: the best doth wane;
And of this art, so fast a friend may come,
Though whether ancient made or new, as fast.
Shalt thou most proper frame such art at last,
Or once more to thy patronage succumb?
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Know that life is short
Do not spend it wastefully
But still, you should spend
If one finds one cannot endure the lure of the “little orange thingy” which informs one of new “likes/comments/follows,” &c, then the following solution should be undertaken:
(This post was published in this manner, my “little grey thingy” never changed into a “little orange thingy.”)
This is much better, and is far less nerdy, than using script blocking techniques. I would much prefer that wordpress allow you to turn all notification OFF, but, until they do, this works perfectly.
David Emeron: Sonnets 