I could’ve sworn I’ve done a sonnet before in this challenge, but I’m too lazy to go back through the 80+ poems I’ve written and try to find it. So here is another sonnet in the case that I already wrote one previously.
(02/01/20: Updated this poem! This may not be a sonnet anymore but I think it sounds a lot better!)
The Zebra
Heavy chests rumble under trees
Hooves click on dirt typing a thick tremble
Behind them scatter patches of missing leaves
Dust jitters from the ground and settles
Bristles static to the air
dipped in mud – wood white and bulky black
Golden eyes gaze at a heavy sun
Nostrils flare, breathing in the hearts loud thud
Ears hop in the tall wheatgrass
A graceful bow towards waters slim edge
Bouts of stiffness and ease trickle down their back
Long stripes contract until they float
and they drink
Alright, and here is a bonus poem for you guys to make up for yesterday. I definitely had the time to write and I just absolutely did not. I almost willfully did not write when I could have. This form is called the Strambotto and it’s from 13th century Tuscan, Italy. It’s… pretty basic. 8 lines with 11 syllables per line and an abababab rhyme scheme which is just so boring. I am BORED! I need to find a poetry form that’s like “for this form you must attempt to get hit by a car and write about your experience as a 12-year-old girl living in 1920’s Sweden. 2 lines and 29 syllable count per line with absolutely no rhyme scheme and if you try to rhyme the poetry committee will come after you and take away your ability to read”
You Don’t Need to Pray
Hello this is your father speaking to you
Your holy father the one you tried to leave
The one you said you trusted and always knew
I’m here to call your bluff. And that’s okay we’ve
Grown apart or more you’ve grown away from view
Don’t listen when the small churches say you need
To pray with eyes shut and hands clasped like they’re glued
I wish you’d tell me all the things you’ve grieved
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