A sonnet of mine was recently featured in an e-book alongside some extremely accomplished individuals. I feel very fortunate to have to been asked to contribute. It made me want to write again. So, I sat down and spent about 4 hours writting a sonnet. I took a break and rewrote a majority of it completely. I think I'm finally satisfied with it.
I used the Shakespearian (English) sonnet form. Apart from the last (and only) sonnet I have ever written, I actually stuck to iambic pentameter as well as I could. There are 14 lines. Each line consists of only 10 syllables. Most sonnets have variation in iambic pentameter, as you will find in this sonnet because I found it very difficult to do. The rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
I don't expect you to understand the sonnet.
Feelings in the poem are not representative of today.
Lastly, opinions are very much appreciated!
Relinquished Friendship
I spend most of my time wondering why.
Concentration has become so futile
In the two weeks since you said your goodbye.
Who knew one could feel something so brutal.
So many feelings pour out of my eyes,
They dry up, failing to give what they must,
Leaving me with a need undone, your prize.
Woe you gave, was your dissolution just?
Me not knowing is an understatement
To this denouement, what was the purpose?
Justification for this, you haven't,
Ardently you filled yourself with bogus.
Spotting only false, when fact you foraged,
Something I unknowingly encouraged.
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