Sonnets in Lyrical couplets–the gateway drug… Possibly?

Having recently discovered a sonnet in lyrical couplets by Kipling, [“When Fear Came,” I believe it is titled, in the 2nd “Jungle Book”] and having written one myself, albeit as a character rather than as myself, I was put in mind of the above possibility.  As such I would like to write a few more couplet sonnets.  But also….

I feel perhaps, I might write a series of sonnet like forms ranging from completely freeverse to completely structured.  I feel that in such a way one might bring someone along a bit toward realising that sonnets are not so very hard to understand.

Of course, even if they were, one may still have the experience of hearing one read aloud; for the sound itself, is quite beautiful even without full comprehension.  Still, sonnet form is relatively simple; and even if classical topical structure is maintained (e.g. a sonnet reading essentially:  “Consider this…  But wait, what about this?” this turn or ‘volta’ most often occurring at the ninth line but often delayed till the very last; and sometimes, though rarely, earlier than that) quite easy to understand.

I feel this sequence I describe in the second paragraph is a bit of “cheating” perhaps, because the first few examples would be quite easy to write; however, I have been wondering in what way I might reward myself for having passed my sixth month mark, and perhaps this might be fitting.   I cannot, for example, think of any further paid services at this time in which I would desire to engage; therefore, I am reduced to content related rewards, I fear!

Sonnet VI: Exalted

In aire, dost–poise thou in His image–fly
Perfection! bronzed against Hyperion’s blaze;
Exalted! at thy nadir by His rays;
With mastery! dost thou hold thy piece of sky.

In aire, for thee, hath stopt all time; on high,
At perfect flexion, as His Son displayed:
Retract, and tense, ’til once thou deign obeyed
His gravity, that deign thou not defy.

Down! by His unseen force, to Earth art thrown;
Descend thou! as I gasp–thy devotee.
Thou! slicing air! perfection still outshone!
And twist! and roll! and turn! to all degree!
As fly thou through devoted hands alone
With thee, who hast so Godly kist the sea.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

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Intro 6: Fought to Perfection

Shall such perfection poised skyward
Be tossed amongst the Gods themselves; displayed,
and cast, spinning, into Heaven….

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Part XII: (lyrical couplets)

This, the most familiar form of rhyme
Is used in song and verse time after time

This the sixth edition came about
The gateway to familiarise throughout
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Sonnet VI: (natural breaks)

If I did not describe my heart
how it yearns for you
how it quickens at every sight of you
every instant when I first hear your voice

if I did not write of
how it races when you come near
that it has skipped when you have touched me
that it pounds with the expectation of your touch
every beat so hard
that it shakes my body enough for you to see

if I chose to keep the secret
of its quiet rhythm in the morning when I wake
how long I have lain quietly amazed
as our hearts beat in perfect synchrony
that I wondered how many minutes would pass
before their rhythms diverged
every word withheld as I lay down my pen
and lock it away with its barren white sheets

if I swore
not to describe my heart
would it stop beating forever?

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

Sonnet V: (free form)

if i did not

describe my heart
how it yearns for you
how it quickens
at every sight of you
every instant
when i first
hear your voice

if i did not

write of how it races when you come near that it has

skipped when you have touched me
that it Pounds
with the Ex-
-pecTation
of your Touch
every Beat
so Hard
that it Shakes
my Body
eNough
for You
to See

if i chose

to keep the secret
of its quiet
rhythm
in the morning
when i wake
how long
i have lain
quietly
amazed
as our hearts
beat
in perfect
synchrony
that
i wondered
how many
minutes
would pass
before
their rhythms
diverged

every word withheld
as i lay down my pen
and lock it away
with its barren white sheets

if i swore

not to describe
my heart
would it
stop beating
forever

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all: