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Writing (sonnet workshop)

I write, my fingers bleed, I write some more.
A strange chartreusian charm it blends and spills.
The marks are mad as if I fuck a whore
and soon I break another lifeless quill.

But what it is I write, there lay the rub,
for I am clueless as to all this fuss.
My fingers, hand with which I write I stub
and tear the quills and drain the ink and cuss.

Blessed, what I write is in my teeming mind
if not upon the black, blood stainéd page:
of love and need beyond this life to find
and how I reek of illness and of age.

But soon, for me, I’ll know It and be awed
as I look eye to eye with Menkind’s God.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: For those who know me this will be a little raw. This is about as raunchy as I get. The word "blessed" is pronounced in a single syllable. Uncommon but not rare.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Southern California, USA

Favorite Poets: Tolkien, Byron, Longfellow, Shakespeare, Dr. Suess, Elizabeth Browning, Robert Browning, Dickinson

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Comments

judyanne

judyanne

10 years 4 months ago

i have a small problem with

'as if I' in verse 3 stanza 1
'to all this' in verse in verse 2 stanza 2
'is in my' in verse 1 stanza 3
the stresses seem a little weak

also, if we are being fussy with perfect rhyme ... spills / quill

great sonnet Wes
Good strong volta
love judy
xxx

wesley snow

wesley snow

10 years 4 months ago

The lines I find no fault with save to say

they are weaker stresses.
The rhyme is my fault. I have been trying to loosen up in the work on my epic poem and allowing things like that. It crept in.
I've scheduled the flogging for next week.

judyanne

judyanne

10 years 4 months ago

lol

looking again for the 'like' button...
will the flogging be a public or private affair?
love judy
xxx

wesley snow

wesley snow

10 years 4 months ago

Yes, there is trouble there.

The whole line reads anapest. Although anapest is the traditional companion of iamb, it is out of place in this workshop.
Judyanne, all floggings are public if they're to mean anything and it looks like I'll be thrown to the sharks covered in blood.
Hey, that's not bad imagery.

Rula

Rula

10 years 4 months ago

:)

Yeah! Not bad at all !! :) But not you. You are a shark yourself sir!