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A fugitive sonnet
When we did the Petrarchan sonnets, I gave an example of one to a predefined set of
end-rhymes that I'd done in a different context. In that example, I substituted the
expression "cock or two" for the word "cockatoo" as a joke.
Here's one of the sonnets I did to the words that didn't use that substitution. It's not
a great sonnet, but as I've written before, I like the verse of scorn. Sometimes, scorn
can be achieved by having the detested character speak and reveal himself. That's what
I did here.
As I said, it's not a winner, but I provide it for purposes of edification. Surely you
people can do better than this! :lol:
LSN
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A Quakebuttock's Testament, آ© 2004 by LSN
My truant mind's not wanting in decision:
For worthy ends I acknowledge no taboo.
Yet bright, green wings of a vain cockatoo
Or showy crest detract from thought's precision.
Loutish action's a thing I can envision:
Its noisy fanfare, its inane ado,
Ad lib plans, and solutions impromptu
Breed sick disdain, and bouts of dull derision.
Reckless endeavor is the outer shell
Of evanescent acts, which discommode,
Like childish tantrums, or vapid chatter.
But silent work and thought is Mimir's Well:
To furious deed it serves as antipode,
An antidote to Chaos' unkempt splatter.
When we did the Petrarchan sonnets, I gave an example of one to a predefined set of
end-rhymes that I'd done in a different context. In that example, I substituted the
expression "cock or two" for the word "cockatoo" as a joke.
Here's one of the sonnets I did to the words that didn't use that substitution. It's not
a great sonnet, but as I've written before, I like the verse of scorn. Sometimes, scorn
can be achieved by having the detested character speak and reveal himself. That's what
I did here.
As I said, it's not a winner, but I provide it for purposes of edification. Surely you
people can do better than this! :lol:
LSN
----
A Quakebuttock's Testament, آ© 2004 by LSN
My truant mind's not wanting in decision:
For worthy ends I acknowledge no taboo.
Yet bright, green wings of a vain cockatoo
Or showy crest detract from thought's precision.
Loutish action's a thing I can envision:
Its noisy fanfare, its inane ado,
Ad lib plans, and solutions impromptu
Breed sick disdain, and bouts of dull derision.
Reckless endeavor is the outer shell
Of evanescent acts, which discommode,
Like childish tantrums, or vapid chatter.
But silent work and thought is Mimir's Well:
To furious deed it serves as antipode,
An antidote to Chaos' unkempt splatter.
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