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PANDEMIC SONNET


It is not for wondering if not why
How the quiet and lasting solitude
In shelter we place so much on 2Ply
Wiped out from groceries in great magnitude

When needing to wipe mean something new
Who ever knew that this loss could happen
The race for restocking such a boohoo
Puts a whole different hit on this shut-in

You figured the 2ply, now it's 'bout food
Will they deliver, or grab carry-out?
Decisions are messy in what to do   
Pandemic crisis create so much doubt

Priorities messy, really quite segued
Stay in and humble for others need you too
 
copyright jeanne adwani 

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YESTERDAY SONNET


Yesterdays prompt from NaPoWriMo came out  later in the day, too late for my writing ritual.  And… I kinda wanna give it a go today.  A sonnet.  I tried one a long time ago and can’t say I felt successful.  Might not this a.m either but what the heck right?

YESTERDAY’S SONNET

 

There was no missing yesterday

Fully dressed and accounted for

Now past, it is gone,  into today

Yesterday is now part of my lore

 

It wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy the day

with the snips and style and chat

An eve of music with friends we played

Sipping a cocktail remembering this and that

 

It’s soft to linger in the goodness past

With yesterday’s weave full of living

I challenge the stones that have been cast

Making my own future of my own giving

 

With yesterday gone and right here is where I be

I will let this day be what it is and I will just be me

 

This is what the Prompt was…

 

And now the prompt. Today, because it’s the 14th, I challenge you to write a sonnet. Sonnets have been around for hundreds of years, and there are plenty of variations in the form. Generally, they have 14 lines. But a Shakespearean sonnet is in iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g. A Petrarchan sonnet has a rhyme scheme of a-b-b-a, a-b-b-a, and then either c-d-e-c-d-e or c-d-c-c-d-c. Spenserian sonnets have a scheme of a-b-a-b, b-c-b-c, c-d-c-d, e-e, and don’t tend to follow the Petrarchan sonnet’s philosophical bent. There are blank verse sonnets (14 lines, iambic pentameter, no rhyme) and contemporary poetry brings us sonnets that neither rhyme nor observe any particular meter. For example, Ted Berrigan’s Sonnet 34:

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