Here's a "sonnet" I wrote for my English class last month:
Nightmare (or, The Cause of Insomnia)
To dwell in unconscious fabrications
For faint multitudes is blissfully sweet.
Yet when glorious fantasy darkens
The eerie and nefarious you'll meet.
Their piercing eyes scrutinize every move
As you writhe with fear, stumbling away.
Your much discomfort they seem to approve
As they turn ecstasy into dismay.
Tattered, hooded robes, like Death's, drag behind
As one glides forward, a raw hand outstretched.
A defending beacon you try to find
For your hope of survival is farfetched.
Yet there's no need to fret, no need to care.
Sunlight will wake you from this strange nightmare.
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4 comments:
Is that some sort of Harry Potter vs Dementors reference? I question your use of stumbling as a three syllable word.
The dictionary says it's three syllables. Nener nener!
Yeah, my friends pointed out the dementor thing to me when they read it. I hadn't meant it to turn out that way, but, whatever.
Oh big brothers..big morty. Such a tease to little sisters!! I know I had three older brothers!!
Nice Work,
Aunt char
I love the form of sonnets. Nice work overall. Perhaps a little too much use of a thesauras. We expect a higher level of performance from out little sister.
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