Yes. Sonnets are about the right length for a poem: not long enough to be daunting; not so short you can't develop an idea.
Also it has a long history and tradition behind it, going back to thirteenth century Sicily. And then perhaps beyond, to Persia.
There are at least eight recognised forms. And the possibility of yet more hybrids. Then there are curtal sonnets and soneta cordata. And one can always write sonnet sequences.
But I do occasionally write other things. Including a six-volume epic called Sexology, some of which I'm typing out at the moment. In particular it was fun superimposing all eight forms of the sonnet onto the somewhat complicated prosody of my epic, in an antiphonal response between my two protagonists, without ever distorting the sonnet form too much, much as Shakespeare has Romeo and Juliet share the verses of a sonnet between them when they first meet.
Wonderful. Glad I found these this morning. Hope you are well. Appreciated the inclusion of the Picasso painting. Very nice, indeed.
Thank you, Judson
Love is a many splendid holy dance brushed with remembrance. Touches Hamlet’s words to be or not to be.
Thanks, Richard
This just popped up on my feed. Lucky for me. Love the inclusion and essay on Picasso.
Thanks Monica, I’m glad you like it
every line moved me to a place of beauty.
Thank you, onecloud
An interesting rhyme scheme! I must try that out myself one day.
Thanks John, I’d like to see what you come up with. I’ve been enjoying your poems (sonnets mostly, too, right?) in The New Lyre and The Chained Muse.
Yes. Sonnets are about the right length for a poem: not long enough to be daunting; not so short you can't develop an idea.
Also it has a long history and tradition behind it, going back to thirteenth century Sicily. And then perhaps beyond, to Persia.
There are at least eight recognised forms. And the possibility of yet more hybrids. Then there are curtal sonnets and soneta cordata. And one can always write sonnet sequences.
But I do occasionally write other things. Including a six-volume epic called Sexology, some of which I'm typing out at the moment. In particular it was fun superimposing all eight forms of the sonnet onto the somewhat complicated prosody of my epic, in an antiphonal response between my two protagonists, without ever distorting the sonnet form too much, much as Shakespeare has Romeo and Juliet share the verses of a sonnet between them when they first meet.