Hello this is Frank Hubeny. Last month I offered a challenge to write a seven-line poem using any form and noted that the number 7 suggests perfection for some. Today I double the challenge. The challenge is to write a poem of fourteen lines using any or no particular form.
Hopefully I will be more creative next month and we will be safe from the virus so I don’t expect to triple the challenge.
I plan to use some sonnet form for my poem, but you are not required to do so. Even using the sonnet form as a guide there are at least two main versions, the Shakespearean sonnet and the Petrarchan sonnet. Both have an iambic pentameter meter, but their rhyme and organization differ.
The Shakespearean sonnet has a rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG with a volta after the first twelve lines. The final two lines act as punch lines. The Petrarchan sonnet has a rhyme scheme something like ABBAABBA CDECDE with the volta after the first eight lines. There are variations to these rhyme schemes.
The volta divides the poem into two parts. This offers the opportunity to shift the perspective of the poem. The second part of the poem can be used to resolve or provide a contrast to the tension or perspective in the first part.
To participate write a poem of fourteen lines (no other constraint is required) and post it on your blog. Copy the link to your blog post and paste it in the Mister Linky below. The Mister Linky will be open for the next 48 hours.
Link to this post in your blog so your readers know how to reach dVerse in case they would like to participate. Check out the posts of the other poets who have linked with you. See how they met the challenge. You may also post a comment below.
Good evening all and thanks , Frank, for the prompt – by now you know how much I love writing fourteen-line poems, especially sonnets!
Your sonnet longing for the woodpecker’s return brought back memories of our vacations in Wisconsin.
That’s lovely, Frank. Is Wisconsin as exciting as it sounds?
It is very nice, but cold in the winter. The sky is dark, but full of stars.
Sounds like my kind of place.
Hello Frank and All. It’s a lovely Thursday here, with sun and cool breezes. Sipping grapefruit-flavored sparkling water and off to write 14 lines! Hoping everyone enjoys the coming weekend, finding your blessings where you may.
Good point about finding our blessings where we may. It is a lovely Thursday here as well.
Glad to hear it, Frank.
I almost forgot the time. Welcome, all. The pub is open!
A sonnet written… linked up and left. Amazing how the weeks are passing in a new normal… working from home.
These weeks have gone by fast. Although I am normally at home, I can still detect the change of pace during this lockdown which seems to be lifting somewhat.
my first sonnet in the style of Petrarch – thanks Frank for the prompt and stretching my abilities
May you write many more! It is good to try something different. I should go out of my comfort zone more often as well.
Hi Everyone. Thank you for hosting, Frank.
Thanks for stopping by, Merril!
Also, in case people are interested. Patrick Steward is reading Shakespeare’s sonnets in order–one a day–on Instagram.
Do you have a link for that? I prefer hearing them than reading them. I didn’t know Instagram had audio.
Yes, there are all sorts of things on Instagram now. You can follow him– https://www.instagram.com/sirpatstew/
Thanks for the heads-up, Merril. I can’t imagine anyone better reading them.
He does have a wonderful voice. And he’s reading from his house (I assume), so it’s kind of casual, too.
Thanks for the recommendation. I haven’t heard him before.
Thanks Frank! I enjoy a prompt that is open-ended, but with constraints. (K)
I tried to make the constraints minimal to not add any more stress to people’s lives right now.
Hi, Frank and all fellow poets! A couple of weeks ago, I got back into writing sonnets after having realized that I hadn’t written one since February, so I appreciate this.
I am looking forward to reading your sonnets. I’ve also only recently started writing them again.
We live in such strange times. But then, hasn’t everyone?
I suppose everyone has lived in strange times.
We perhaps are just more aware of ours today than we were in the recent past.
Ah, here’s the sonnet thread. I love sonnets, but this guy just really really really did NOT want to be 14 lines. On the other hand, I finally managed to do yesterday’s prompt, for a two-fer, as the ending line that absolutely insisted on being in the next poem also apparently wanted to be part of a sonnet-ish.
It could be sonnet thread, but it doesn’t have to be. Your poem on solitude was haunting and all too realistic. Very nice.
I’ve had computer issues all morning, and now the sun is shining. I’ve posted my poem, and now I’m heading outside! I will be back to read later on.
Very creative use of the double 7 constraint!
The sun is shining and I saw a beautiful full moon earlier this morning setting in the west.
Thank you, Frank. Such clear skies at the moment.
Good Morning all! Frank, thank you for hosting with a wonderful prompt. I have attempted a Shakespearean Sonnet. Have a wonderful weekend all!
That was a very well-crafted sonnet, Linda!
Thank you kindly Frank!
Definitely late to the pub….for this prompt and for Bjorn’s on solitude. So did one post to cover both. Thanks for hosting Frank! 🙂 Have a great weekend….we are expecting a frost tonight and maybe measurable snow….in MAY!!!!
May it not be deep snow. Indeed, may there not even be any frost. If so, I hope the plants can handle it.
Hey frank, thanks for the prompt.
You’re welcome! Thanks for linking your poem. I am still wondering if I can release my grip.
Frank thanks for hosting, I am a bit late. I found some inspiration in the night.
There are still a few hours, so you are not late. Thank you for your link and poem to the May Flower moon.
Hello Frank and all. It’s become Saturday here before I found some inspiration to try to write a Sonnet. I do hope the Bard don’t take umbrage at me using the form to write about a humble root vegetable. 🙂
The carrot is one of my favorite foods. I like to eat it raw.
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