Sonnet 21
- It's 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! It's late, the check! An orange rind,
- Let's hope some hope falls through some future grind.
Notes
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" 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.
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.
— Huy on