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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:

  1. a quatorzain, enjambment is used to tighten the sonnet, leaving the 14 lines unbroken by stanzas.
  2. metered, iambic pentameter
  3. rhymed, uses the Petrarchan rhyme scheme abbaabbacdecde.
  4. pivot evolves slowly after L8.
  5. 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

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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

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