O, that the child was ne’er conceived at all
nor yet excessive tell his birthing cries
cast not of God, but else God’s nearest ties.
Without he live, none founder ‘neath the pall.
Mankind in bliss and ne’er to ween the crawl,
despairing of lost joy, lamentful sighs
of liberty so failed no hopes disguise
the base unyielding curse of his enthrall.
White Gods of Hell in lapse for he did come!
Pale traitors felled betraying Dire Prince
held bleak aloft in dark the faltered chain.
Hope winnowed from despair as man succumb.
A Doom lain cold, hard met nor lighter since
and Blight at Ends Of All shall be his reign.
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Well
it is a sonnet alright. A Petrarchan Sonnet at that. Not the easier Shakespearian style. Quite a dark piece overall. Excellent for a first or second try at the form. I like the old world feel to the piece. My only suggestion:
White Gods of Hell that lapses as he comes!
Hope winnowed from despair as man succumbs.
Wow
it's a pretty heavy piece for an early poem.
Not a simple write to follow, but some sterling imagery.
Jx
I hardly learned the sonnets shakes'py..kind
you come out to test my fear
SNOW man
if you can
bury me dear
sonnet I can't compere
O human
man or woman
WOW indeed!
I agree with Jane. this is quite intricate for a first poem. I don't know sonnets very well. but I know a work of beauty when I see it. the imagery is stunning. it makes a lasting impression on the reader.
always, Cat
Thank you ladies.
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Sonnets seem to lend themselves
to my favourite descriptor of poetry 'compression of meaning'. One can seldom get them at first reading. It helps a little to know the conventions of their structure, including the volta. Yet they are seldom expository or explicit.
This is pretty damn good, Wesley. But you know I never did finish reading "Caco, Man of the Morning Star", or Byron's "Don Juan" for that matter. I like 'em short.