About a year and a half ago, I tried my hand at poetry. It wasn’t the first
poetry I ever wrote in my life, but it was the first time I thought maybe
someday someone might read them. Here we are again, but while those were
free verse, these are sonnets. Sonnets are a very rigid format that somehow let
you go anywhere you want. Fourteen lines, every other line in a stanza rhymes,
until the last two lines, which rhyme with each other. That’s not all, you
have to have ten syllables exactly in each line. But even that doesn’t explain
it, because iambic pentameter is more about rhythm too. Unlike my first poems,
which were from the perspective of some of my characters, I believe that these
ones will come from me. I’ve already written the first one; half months ago,
half today. That’s probably not really how you’re meant to do it, but I think
I ran out of time, and forgot about it. The idea was to have them locked and
loaded before my last series ended, but when has that ever worked out for me?
I’m more nervous about these than my last poetry series, since they’ll be
about my personal life. The first one is about my first dog, and the last one
will be about my current dog. I have no clue what I’ll write about in the
meantime. As before, please be kind—I’m at my most vulnerable here. I think
I’ve mentioned at some point that I am not a wordsmith. My strengths lie in
the narratives; not the execution of the text. Still, I had to do these,
because the math works out too perfectly. After today, there are fourteen days
left this year before I get to my huge Mateo Matic project. It just made sense
to write fourteen sonnets of fourteen lines each, and then likely never again.
They’re obviously going to be short; nothing I can do about that, so the whole
thing will be a quick read. Wish me luck.
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