The Views of a Fallen Leaf
Flowing on and so forth, day by day so
but knowing that it is I that remains
makes me ponder so and wonder, below
the water’s flow, where the sticks and stones lay.
My cousins glide on, freely in the wind
whereas I lay, still, upon a creek bed
the world unravels so, and in the end
I know I will be first gone with naught said
But I’m not worried; as a leaf, I see
I can still do what I was meant to do.
While it is not for who is one with me
I can give to the water, life anew.
From my tree to the water, maybe fate
But know the landing was eight out of eight.
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Shakesperean Sonnet
Flowing on and so forth, day by day so
but knowing that it is I that remains
makes me ponder so and wonder, below
the water’s flow, where the sticks and stones lay.
My cousins glide on, freely in the wind
whereas I lay, still, upon a creek bed
the world unravels so, and in the end
I know I will be first gone with naught said
But I’m not worried; as a leaf, I see
I can still do what I was meant to do.
While it is not for who is one with me
I can give to the water, life anew.
From my tree to the water, maybe fate
But know the landing was eight out of eight.
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Shakesperean Sonnet
Above is one of the sonnets that my class wrote for our project, this one being mine. Throughout this project, it somewhat felt like a refresher course, which was rather nice. My reasoning for this is because I have written a sonnet before. However, I have not seen it in a long while, and I have no recollection of what I wrote. Something I have learned though, is the fact that there's more to simply rhyming on ten-syllable lines. There's also similes, metaphors, and alliterations to keep in mind, and that planning everything out is a lot harder than trying to slap a theme onto a sonnet.
I integrated nature as my theme for my poem, as did everyone else in my class. How I wrote mine was putting up the perspective of a leaf that fell off its tree and managed to get itself onto a creekbed.
I'm relatively satisfied with my complete sonnet. I do feel that the ending two lines were a little awkwardly placed, but I was running out of ideas. I don't mind the overall sonnet, though. My only regret is not putting a simile, metaphor, or alliteration into the poem. (Might've forgotten they existed.)
I integrated nature as my theme for my poem, as did everyone else in my class. How I wrote mine was putting up the perspective of a leaf that fell off its tree and managed to get itself onto a creekbed.
I'm relatively satisfied with my complete sonnet. I do feel that the ending two lines were a little awkwardly placed, but I was running out of ideas. I don't mind the overall sonnet, though. My only regret is not putting a simile, metaphor, or alliteration into the poem. (Might've forgotten they existed.)