All the Cool Kids are Writing Sonnets.

“Of course I can but I just can’t, you know?

It’s hard,” I whine. “Why can’t this come with ease?”

There’s effort here and yet it doesn’t show.

So close, the words won’t rhyme or scan; they tease.

 

I wish for depth of feeling in my words.

Profundity eludes me at all cost.

Significance? There is none, only turds.

But I keep writing even if I’m lost.

 

My peers all push meΒ to participate

And tell me that I must a sonnet type.

And even though I know it doesn’t rate

I’m writing you this pile of vomit. Tripe!

 

Although, you see, this poem is not good.

I wrote it, damn it, ’cause I said I would.

 

 

 

30 thoughts on “All the Cool Kids are Writing Sonnets.

    1. cynkingfeeling

      Don’t forget the turds, Sam! They deserve a few shiny hearts of their own.
      Thanks for playing along, Michelle. Now you don’t have to even add “write a sonnet” to your bucket list.

  1. Jennifer G. Knoblock

    OK, I’m so impressed with the four-syllable words you’re slinging around. Fun work and congrats on your sonnet!

    1. michellelongo Post author

      I tried to balance out the turd and vomit references with big words. I hope it worked!

    1. michellelongo Post author

      Would he be proud? I sort of figure he’s rolling over in his grave right about now πŸ˜‰ Thanks for the kind words.

  2. Christine

    Oh my goodness, this had me laughing so hard. Michelle, I love the irreverence of the whole thing, the light-heartedness, the exasperated tone. I’m not sorry we made you do this. πŸ™‚ It’s a great, fun little poem.

  3. Silverleaf

    I’m not sorry they made you do this! It’s amazing! So glad you played a long. Like, Christine said, the exasperated tone is wonderful – it really makes this. Well, that and the fact that you used vomit, turd *and* profundity all in the same piece and made it sound totally natural.

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