SarahJane Platt Poems
|2.||The Night Of The Soul||5/10/2007|
|4.||Existence Part 1: Advice To A Murderer||5/10/2007|
|5.||Existence Part 2: Schizophrenia||5/10/2007|
|9.||Fight As I Die||6/7/2007|
|11.||Vivat In Pace||3/1/2016|
|12.||Here's To The Dads||3/1/2016|
|15.||My Soul Hurts||3/1/2016|
|16.||In Pursuit Of The Sonnet||5/10/2007|
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In Pursuit Of The Sonnet
I cannot write a sonnet; it's too hard
To put such barriers around my brain
And thus I find my efforts often marred
Although I rephrase again and again
I cannot write a sonnet though I try
Through day and night, through winter, into spring
And even though I have no reason why
A ten-syllable line my thoughts won't bring.
But now I wonder just what is so great
About this 'iambic pentameter'?
And am almost resigned that it's my fate
That from the sonnet form I should defer
Yet, having spent so long in search of one
T'would be a shame if it should not be ...
Was how it was to be
Forgetting Us never
Our futures held the key
So why have we all now
Grown mentally apart?
In such a short time, how
Did separation start?
So this is the way that
Our friendships are to end.
The silence will crush flat
The fun we had as Friends.