Michael demanded a rhyming poem before he went to bed - citing only rhyming poetry was proper poetry and the rest was just prose and far too easy. Yeah right - cue the Tui billboard. In any case, I have worked hard tonight to comply with his "request" - but even so this almost sonnet, almost certainly needs a little work...or at least the cold light of day. Or should I say the far too hot light of day?
This Year of Fire
by A.J. Ponder
This year is sorrow as the flowers bloom
the blush of petals flawed with pockmark
trails
clutch withered seedpods and fade all too
soon
before they fall into the wailing wind -
tears blown against the murky sky, the year
bruised dull grey and faded in its
sorrow
as the sun beats down in heated fear
past all boiling point, sublimed snow and
fire -
an endless rage against an endless year.
Now we must bring a cool change, a frost
bite,
a deadly drowning lest we persevere
with hope. Lest we dare fight the raging
tide
and fall not with the solar wind and searing rain,
but hold an icy compress against this pain.
cheers,
A.J. Ponder
P.S. If you love sonnets and want to read some more "Running Away with a Christmas Sonnet" and "Sonnet to the Muse" are fun, and if you want to learn how to write a sonnet The The Poetically Incorrect English Sonnet is there to help (watch out for the bad language though!
A.J. Ponder's books are available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, Paper Plus and good Wellington bookstores.
