Petrarch

he set himself up to write the sonnet

one hell of a difficult exercise

to write something of the Petrarchan size

but to win the day is to get on it

 

yet his head is wrapped up in the bonnet

tied up within the free-verse enterprise

Petrarch left minor room for compromise

but the hungry one, the one that wants it

 

so he writes hard, writes long until it falls

something bad, something wrong, maybe profound

something that swells up from deep underground

no longer contained with in the four walls

the mental confines have become rubble

what is left is not just burned-up stubble

Author's Note

Ugh. My first attempt at writing a sonnet. This is far from my best effort. It may even be my worst.

Reviews

[Prolific In Verse]

I get slightly turned on when you mention philosohpers and poets in your lines and titles, definately keep that up!

All philosophers should write poetry to organize their intuition, that way, they can be literary role-models for their kids :P

I take this as a poem about writing, and meta-analysis on the condition of writing is the brain's final frontier, for language is the inbetween realm we mostly hangout in all the time.

'A' for effort, what font is this in by the way and italized I imagine?

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you very much.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Ha, you're most brilliant, what a metaphor my friend, I do adore your brain.
For a sonnet as it was born in Italy it need a few more rules, also in the alinea's but this was such a splendid intelligent wording. I am going to save it. Thanks

E.L.

[Kenneth The Poet]

It was my first attempt at a sonnet. I chose the Petrarchan version because of the challenge it presented, and I tried it in iambic pentameter. The total syllable count is 140, which is the measurement of each angle in a regular nonagon, my favorite polygon. This was the result. If you can give me any pointers on how to write a successful sonnet, I am all ears. Thank you for the review as always, E.L.

I knew you did sweets. the 140 is brilliant. I just once did a very boring standard one.... 14-4, *italian way* my rhyme didn't fixed, as I hate rules, and I am a rebel... and called it a free sonnet, as I do like the Petrarchan way of yours....which says the utterly essence of the problem, and not so much the change after the half, which is essential for a mind jump/change in the sonnet. It is all rules, as rules are just made by humans... and not to follow them, is even more human ;-) just lovely how you did all, dear.