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The Demise of the Sonnet
by Paganini Jones
Does anyone at all write sonnets still?
Or is this ancient form well past its prime?
Have modern poets yielded finally
to lim'rick, dogg'rel, lack of scan, poor rhyme,
or worse: bland haiku, drivel, overkill?
If so, then how can tongue-tied youth declare
young love, or weeping beauty tell of loss?
Can emailed Hallmark cards have vibrancy
enough for love to recognise the cost
of being loved, and call it very fair?
Yet still words burst out ever new, still free.
The email in its spontaneity
is loved for what it is: a pot-pourri
of tumbled thoughts sent onward passionately.
02/05/2013 Posted on 02/05/2013
Copyright © 2025 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/06/13 at 12:08 AM Beautiful Pag. Brings tears to my eyes in its expression of that classic stye...construction and the many romantic stories contained in it...them. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/06/13 at 09:43 PM Still write'em, but not lately...But I so do love this eulogy to a forgotten but beautiful form of poetry |
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