Okay, I’m ninety percent sure that I completely messed up the meter in iambic pentameter. I mean… It’s definitely a pentameter, but I’m not sure my sonnet stays true to the iambic rules. Please understand that I sat and clapped out my poem. Seriously. The only thing I did not clap out was the couplet.
Here is the visual break down that I used in composing the sonnet:
1) The/night keeps/your me/mo ry/by my/side
2) A/wel come/ghost in/the wake/of your/leave
3)I/can’t touch/you all/though I/admit I/tried
4)Lay/ing still/I close/my own/eyes and/grieve
5)Day/light will/break and/show you’re/gone once/more
6)The/bit ter/taste of/your name/on my/lips
7)Worn/from the/end less/call ing/I am/sure
8)The/light shines/through and/rea lity/takes its/grip
9)What/a toll/the days/have on/me any/more
10)When/it is/you who/is all/I ask/for.
Wow. I am so glad that I included my scansion of the sonnet, because in the midst of typing it I REALIZED THAT I MISSED FOUR LINES AND IT’S NOT A TRUE SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET.
I AM NINETY PERCENT SURE I MESSED UP IAMBIC PENTAMETER.
ACTUALLY I KNOW I DID I SOMEHOW MANAGED TO MAKE REALITY TWO SYLLABLES.
F— F— F—
GREAT. GREAT. GREAT.
I am slightly ashamed.
Well, I will make a separate post in a little explaining the title and the concept of my sonnets for this week.
I need to recover from this.
~C M VanHaaren