Author's Notes
Because of my recent difficulties in writing any cohesive set of words that form a sonnet, I'm taking the liberties of absolving myself of strict meter and experimenting with the form a bit. The first version of the concluding couplet had me dropping the last iamb, but it didn't feel right so I ended up with that line. The flow of the whole piece is meant to represent an absent-minded, flow of consciousness, internal conversation. And line 8 is the best line.
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Sonnet 20
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Sonnet 21
Its far beyond my scope of reasoning
To now preclude the possibility
That all this drawn out constant bickering
Will lead to some reveling clarity
In which you state your absolute post-you,
Post-new post ev’rything you didn’t do,
Post-post, post-pre, post marked no longer due,
Abalone chocolate cream clown shoe.
Maybe, perhaps, a chance a rainbow shines
Above that blank lost void you saturate,
To color the madness your mouth confides,
Oh how quickly new wounds coagulate.
But look! Its late, the check! An orange rind,
Let’s hope some hope falls through some future grind.
- Huy Hong
Inspiration
Most of this was completed a few weeks back, but I stopped after line 8 because I couldn't stop cracking up. This is inspired by T.S. Eliot's "Portrait Of A Lady":http://www.bartleby.com/198/2.html along with my own experiences. Make what you want of it but I really dislike self-indulgent complaining (so much that I do it to myself). And I really do enjoy an orange slice after a meal.
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