Experiment in Sonnetry (for 2/14/96)

Again I will see the flash of beauty
That shimmers through the dark sky as it arcs
From cloud to earth. As if bound by duty,
Finally grounded, splitting night with sparks.

The resultant resonance expounds sounds
Crackling off canyons, creating crashing --
Reverberates, invigorates -- It pounds
The silence down with violent clashing!

Afterward, water falls, gently released
From the darkly sodden, swollen nimbus.
Falling in straight stripes, a welcome surcease
For the torn land - showers from Olympus.

Not of thunderstorms, but of love I write --
Racing through the land of the heart this night.

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Note:
This is my attempt to write in a fashion I am not used (well-suited?) to.
Let's see: a sonnet has 14 lines of 10 syllables and one of the rhyming
forms is ababcdcdefefgg, right?

I don't know if it's cool by the forms to end a sentence in the middle of a
line, so sorry if that's not kosher, and I probably screwed up a syllable
count somewhere...

Comments and criticism are welcome.


tom loos