I think I was trying to toy with the sonnet form and sway from a sing-songy form of the iambic pentameter to something a little more jarring, which is in line with the subject matter of the poem when compared to the usual lovey dovey sonnets out there. This was only a second draft so it's still a work in progress, that is if I ever return to it =p
Forever Bitter
Her comely countenance will draw you in.
Her soft, enchanting touch will make you stay.
The nymph, the muse, will drive you mad in sin.
And then without a care she’ll cast you away.
Her innocence is striking and her cold
Naiveté is staunch. No dignity
Encumbers her up on her pedestal.
Her childishness spawns insanity.
For her I suffered for eternities.
I protected her from all that might occur.
I cared after love faded – she didn’t see.
No more love songs will be written for her.
.....She understood nothing of me from the start.
.....I should have saved my youthful hopeful heart.
Forever Bitter
Her comely countenance will draw you in.
Her soft, enchanting touch will make you stay.
The nymph, the muse, will drive you mad in sin.
And then without a care she’ll cast you away.
Her innocence is striking and her cold
Naiveté is staunch. No dignity
Encumbers her up on her pedestal.
Her childishness spawns insanity.
For her I suffered for eternities.
I protected her from all that might occur.
I cared after love faded – she didn’t see.
No more love songs will be written for her.
.....She understood nothing of me from the start.
.....I should have saved my youthful hopeful heart.



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