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Sonnet 1 (Nevermore - The last sonnet)

by Schlinkey

Member since 2006 · Posted 19 Nov 2006 · Edited 27 Nov 2006 · 4 comments

As boredom plagues and haunts an idle mind, A ghostly struggle ever fought in vain; These words are wailed; "Alas, I'm left behind!" Poor man; he might as well have been insane. For always claimed and worn; the words of old, Indeed; no longer fresh, all spoiled and soiled. Old lines are all but hoarded quite like gold, In truth, nigh every joy forever foiled! Is this what present poets call prowess? The world of rhymes is naught but jumbled chance! "Nay, nevermore", the sullen poet says, The bored, impatient pen shall cease its dance! No artist writes as in the days of yore, And thus; I quote the liar, "Nevermore."

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[8] Ranger 25-Nov-06/2:05 PM Reply
The double rhyme of spoiled and soiled is distracting, the rest is very readable.
[n/a] Schlinkey › Ranger 26-Nov-06/9:52 AM Reply
Think so too, to be honest. Thanks for pointing it out, I'll fixit methinks.
[6] Dovina 25-Nov-06/7:46 PM Reply
The world of rhymes is not “naught but jumbled chance.” Poe would not have said so, nor would his raven, Nevermore. Only this poem would and is.
[n/a] Schlinkey › Dovina 26-Nov-06/10:00 AM Reply
Hmh, deleted my previous comment; this sonnet was written tongue-in-cheek. The sullen poet is obviously not meant to be Poe. Both the title, and the message should be hints enough ;p