While studying Analyzing and Interpreting Literature at Verity, one of the assignments was to write a sonnet. A sonnet is a 14-line poem written in iambic pentameter, usually about love or a difficulty in life, and giving the solution in the last couplet. (-and lots of other technical stuff...) Because I usually write in anapestic tetrameter, I found it a little difficult; but God is faithful, and I completed the assignment. Here are the results~
The solemn sound reflects of sorrowed heart
So sad, yet calls afflicted ones to hear.
Such melancholy chords fall as a dart,
On lives so filled with piercing hurts and fears.
And though the mournful sound so minor be,
It stirs so major of a dreadful terror.
Though minor, yet major. Ah, such irony!
But wisdom dictates both must be together.
A block of Poplar shaped by countless trials,
With ardor on her ebony platform pines,
From deep inside her twisted being sighs,
A solace noise from equine stem refines-
To soothe your stricken hearts she softly sings,
'Till dawn breaks darkness and your heart takes wing.
So sad, yet calls afflicted ones to hear.
Such melancholy chords fall as a dart,
On lives so filled with piercing hurts and fears.
And though the mournful sound so minor be,
It stirs so major of a dreadful terror.
Though minor, yet major. Ah, such irony!
But wisdom dictates both must be together.
A block of Poplar shaped by countless trials,
With ardor on her ebony platform pines,
From deep inside her twisted being sighs,
A solace noise from equine stem refines-
To soothe your stricken hearts she softly sings,
'Till dawn breaks darkness and your heart takes wing.
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