Tinker Posted June 13, 2010 Share Posted June 13, 2010 Explore the Craft of Writing PoetryThe SonnetSonnet Comparison ChartEnglish Verse Miltonic Sonnet converts the traditional Petrarchan sonnet form by the use of enjambment. This 17th century form was created by English poet, John Milton. Milton also took the sonnet out of the category of "love poems" and brought it into the world of politics and social issues. The elements of the Miltonic Sonnet are: a quatorzain, enjambment is used to tighten the sonnet, leaving the 14 lines unbroken by stanzas. metered, iambic pentameter rhymed, uses the Petrarchan rhyme scheme abbaabbacdecde. pivot evolves slowly after L8. composed around the themes of moral issues and political insights. On His Blindness by John Milton When I consider how my light is spent, ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with the useless, though my soul more bent to serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light denied? I fondly ask, but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: God doth not need Either man's works or his own gifts: who best Bear his mild yolk, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait. "Simple sincerity" was the tone of th Bowlesian or Australian Sonnet ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted August 12, 2010 Author Share Posted August 12, 2010 bump This is not a sonnet... Just the rough draft of a poem in progress that I am hiding until I think it ready to share.. A little telly and preachy... I need to think this out further. "A wind from God swept the waters" Genisis 1:2 Hiking a steep rocky trail on a hot July afternoon, dust pricks my skin and my throat burns with thirst, until a cool, trickle of spring water slides down the scratchy corridor. Flying free from a mammoth boulder, pushing off, spread legs cycling before splashing down into the frigid shock of a mountain lake or wading into a transparent river, so clear I can count the grains of sand while standing waist deep. Feeder streams over time smoothed stones, waters fed by solar sprung snow caps isolated from round cement pipes spewing putrid sewage or oily sludge. "Let the waters bring forth swarms of living creatures. and God saw that it was good." ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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