On Writing a Crown of Heroic Sonnets
Not for the faint-hearted61 total reviews
Comment from maggieadams
I noticed you have so many rave reviews, so mine will be one more, late to the game. My first thought is how difficult it must be to sustain the rhyme and rhythm for so many stanzas...very impressive. My next thought is how this poem takes one on a journey on multi-levels, life and the birth of a masterpiece, both are extremely taxing. You are gifted.
reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
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I noticed you have so many rave reviews, so mine will be one more, late to the game. My first thought is how difficult it must be to sustain the rhyme and rhythm for so many stanzas...very impressive. My next thought is how this poem takes one on a journey on multi-levels, life and the birth of a masterpiece, both are extremely taxing. You are gifted.
Comment Written 26-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
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Many thanks for your most generous words and stars, Maggie. They mean a lot to me. Best wishes, Tony
Comment from sgalletti
How fun Tony!
I usually don't like poems about poetry forms of Fanstorians But, this Crown was a huge amount of fun.
Meter off in small places where it has already been pointed out, but rhyme and alliteration were excellent.
I thank Yelena immensely for continuing to raise the bar on this site with this contest. I have entered it in the past and labored for weeks. I know how challenging it is to write a Crown. One of my crowns was actually at the top of the site's Top Poems for quite some time. After writing three, I decided to give it up.
Best of luck in this contest. Hugs, Sue
reply by the author on 25-Mar-2014
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How fun Tony!
I usually don't like poems about poetry forms of Fanstorians But, this Crown was a huge amount of fun.
Meter off in small places where it has already been pointed out, but rhyme and alliteration were excellent.
I thank Yelena immensely for continuing to raise the bar on this site with this contest. I have entered it in the past and labored for weeks. I know how challenging it is to write a Crown. One of my crowns was actually at the top of the site's Top Poems for quite some time. After writing three, I decided to give it up.
Best of luck in this contest. Hugs, Sue
Comment Written 25-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 25-Mar-2014
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Thank you so much for this delightful review, Sue. Much appreciated!
Comment from amahra
These are the things the lowly poet's for, [this was the only only that puzzled me. The word, 'for' threw me off] But other than that, I enjoyed the story from cradle to Rondeno to the end couplets. I enjoyed the journey and thought the parts where you talked about the other contestants was very cleaver and fun. I shall be watching the race. Good luck, you have a great chance.
reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
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These are the things the lowly poet's for, [this was the only only that puzzled me. The word, 'for' threw me off] But other than that, I enjoyed the story from cradle to Rondeno to the end couplets. I enjoyed the journey and thought the parts where you talked about the other contestants was very cleaver and fun. I shall be watching the race. Good luck, you have a great chance.
Comment Written 25-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 26-Mar-2014
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Thanks for your lovely review Amahra. The things the poet is for, or the reasons he exists, are enumerated on the previous lines.
Comment from jshep
HI, TFAWCUS. HERE IS MY REVIEW AND IT WAS A PLEASURE TO READ YOUR ENTRY.
ON WRITING A CROWN OF HERORIC SONNETS
TFAWCUS:
I
Release my body now and set it free.
The time has come for me to fill the breach (AND QUIT THIS DROWNING WARMTH- WOW WHAT A POWERFUL DESCRIPTION OF THE WOMB.)
And quit this drowning warmth. Security
Can hold us captive and enslave, so reach
Inside these swirling mists of mystery
And pull me out. But heed! That lusty screech
Defines the start of this, a history
I tell whilst still I have the gift of speech.
So hold me upside down and give a whack
To fill my fragile lungs with woes to come. (FABULOUS 2 LINES)
Let loving arms assuage your rude attack
Upon this child. At first I suck my thumb,
Then find her breast - innate response to lack
Of food - then suck for milk with toothless gum.
She soothes my brow and rubs my tiny back
While I consider what I shall become.
But though I make that claim, I must be frank,
My wrinkled mind is largely still a blank. (THIS COUPLET BROUGHT A TOUCH OF HUMOR AND A LAUGH FROM ME AS I WAS (WHEN READING THE ABOVE STANZA) PONDERING WHAT A GREAT MIND THIS CHILD HAS WHEN NOT HAVING EVEN REALLY LIVED LIFE YET. LOL.
II
My wrinkled mind is largely still a blank
But quickly fills with all that I can clutch.
Whatever senses offered, so I drank
To quench my thirst to know the such-and-such
Of life. I had no fear and never shrank
From seeking knowledge, sometimes overmuch.
New learning would become a narrow plank
To build a bridge. This knowing was the crutch
(THIS WHOLE STANZA AND THE FIRST LINE OF LIMPING THROUGH LIFE IS EXCELLENT AND DESCRIBED SO POWERFULL.)
With which I was equipped to limp through life.
What gaps appeared, imagination filled.
I rode white horses into mortal strife,
In magic lore I was both wise and skilled,
I led my men to strains of drum and fife
And what I feared I faced and then I killed.
I ruled my world, a king whose realms were rife
With demons I dispatched, each quest fulfilled.
But these are only dreams for I am lame,
My life is quite a diff'rent sort of game. (I FOUND THE DREAMS WERE THOSE OF MANY YOUNG BOYS WHETHER LAME OR NOT.)
III
My life is quite a diff'rent sort of game,
For I was schooled in fear and learnt to hate
Myself and there, in place of love, was blame.
I ran the gauntlet of the schoolyard gate
Where insults wounded me with deadly aim.
I was an easy target, overweight,
And soon I spiralled (SPIRALED ?) down beyond reclaim.
The sweetest things in life were what I ate. (AN EXCELLENT WAY OF DESCRIBING BULLYING AND WHAT YOU TURNED TO FOR RELIEF. STILL A COMMON OCCURRENCE IN 2014, SADLY)
I fell into my teenage years enthused
To write the mixed up sentence of my mind, (SOUNDS LIKE THE MIND OF EVERY WRITER, AND I LIKE THE WAY YOU HAVE DESCRIBED IT AS MIXED UP SENTENCES IN OUR MIND. GREAT)
I searched for meaning, trapped and quite confused,
A worthless soul, ill-fitted, ill-designed (I HATE WHEN A PERSON FEELS SO LITTLE SELF ESTEEM, ESPECIALLY IF IT IS A PRODUCT OF HOW THEY WERE RAISED)
For deeds that heroes did in dreams; bemused
But then I saw a dragon clear defined.
With sulphur smell, a maiden he abused.
Enraged, I blushed to see him so unkind
And rushed to save the day. I was so wild
The bully backed away. The goddess smiled. (BRAVO)
IV
The bully backed away. The goddess smiled
On me with tears that made my ego grow. (YEAH)
I was entranced, in love, inflamed, beguiled
And now a man. At least, she thought me so.
Soon lists of loving kindness were compiled
We spooned with sonnets, villanelles, rondeaux
In time infatuation spawned this child
And with this child I too began to grow
Now mating with one's muse is not a crime (GREAT LINE AND GIVES THE READER SOMETHING TO PONDER ON)
And outcomes if they're good may wear a crown.
Heroic sonnets do take stacks of time
Unless you have a muse to smooth your frown.
The words you thought were verging on sublime
Just never fit the form when written down.
The rigours of the rhythm and the rhyme
Take incoherent tumbles like a clown. (THIS IS SO TRUE AND PUT SO WELL THROUGH YOUR WORDS. I HAVE WRITTEN FOUR AND SWEAR I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN, AND THEN I CAN NEVER PASS UP THE CHALLENGE.)
Oh, Yeltel, this is only number four!
I hardly dare go on, in case I bore. (LOVE THE HUMOR)
V
I hardly dare go on, in case I bore
For looking through the listings I can see
Rondeno's Madame Caillaux is for sure
A gripping tale, a murd'ress going free, (INTIMIDATING COMPETITION TO SAY THE LEAST. I BEGAN TO FEEL MINE WAS FAR TOO SIMPLE. LOL)
And Piper's Fancy's graphic gender tour
That's written from the heart, a heartfelt plea.
This was the seven ages till I saw
Yeltel's Vicissitudes had beaten me.
The others still not writ will mesmerise,
I have no doubt. Their pens are poised to ink
Their wit and wisdom and draw forth our sighs. (LOVE THE WAY YOU HAVE PUT YOUR THOUGHTS ONTO PAPER, AND HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO GET THROUGH 7 SONNETS WITHOUT BORING THE READER)
Meantime my muse and I just sit and think
Although we are in love we are not wise. (WHO IS WISE WHEN IN LOVE? •??
What ho! I could have sworn I saw her wink.
Dear reader, please be kind, avert your eyes
For poetry dictates that we must sink
Into each other's willing arms and kiss
For inspiration's to be found in bliss. (IS THAT WHERE I HAVE MISSED THE MARK?
VI
For inspiration's to be found in bliss.
I also seek in part to entertain.
Like all old men, I sometimes reminisce,
A fault we have. I know I should abstain.
We point out things that seem to be amiss,
We treasure life and drink it like champagne,
We tread upon the edge of life's abyss,
To take our readers there - and back again. (GREAT STANZA ON DESCRIBING THE COMPLEX MIND OF AN OLD MAN. SINCE I AM MARRIED TO ONE YOU HAVE MADE IT MUCH CLEARER •??
These are the things the lowly poet's for,
A window on the world for those with time
To think. Sometimes we lead you through a door
To worlds that lie beyond the ones we rhyme,
To worlds we wake and cast upon your shore.
When I have found some poet's words sublime
They've changed the way I looked at life before
When lost in all the dross of worldly grime. (THIS IS MY FAVORITE STANZ AS I FEEL YOUR DESCRIPTION OF US POETS IS PERFECT)
So what of this? The crown we seek to wear?
Its gems do only shine to take you there. (FANTASTIC COUPLET)
VII
Its gems do only shine to take you there
When you appreciate their glowing light.
The switch is in your mind. It's your affair.
I set the gems but cannot give you sight.(AMAZING LINE)
My task is done, I only wished to share
A spark that lies within, a spark so bright
That verse can scarce commune its awful glare
In words that fill my dreams but come out trite.
I launch them into flight with best intent
With wings that blur like those of humming birds (GREAT EXAMPLE)
Who strive to stay until the nectar's spent.
Their music floats so sad in minor thirds,
Its notes fall into hell though heaven sent.
When I shall shift this mortal coil that girds
My mind, I shall achieve accomplishment.
I am the poem's self, that's locked in words
Inside these swirling mists of mystery.
Release my body now and set it free.
WELL, TFAWCUS, YOU OUTDID YOURSELF. THIS IS EXCEPTIONAL AND FLAWLESS. THE RHYME, THE FLOW, YOUR METAPORS, EVERYTHING IS SO WELL THOUGHT OUT FOR AN OLD MAN WITH A WANDERING MIND. LOL YOU HAVE SET THE BAR VERY HIGH AND CERTAINLY YOU ARE RIGHT UP THERE AT THE TOP OF THE COMPETITION. BRAVO. IT WAS A PLEASURE TO READ AND TO SEE HOW CREATIVELY YOU USED WORDS. JOYCEX
reply by the author on 21-Mar-2014
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HI, TFAWCUS. HERE IS MY REVIEW AND IT WAS A PLEASURE TO READ YOUR ENTRY.
ON WRITING A CROWN OF HERORIC SONNETS
TFAWCUS:
I
Release my body now and set it free.
The time has come for me to fill the breach (AND QUIT THIS DROWNING WARMTH- WOW WHAT A POWERFUL DESCRIPTION OF THE WOMB.)
And quit this drowning warmth. Security
Can hold us captive and enslave, so reach
Inside these swirling mists of mystery
And pull me out. But heed! That lusty screech
Defines the start of this, a history
I tell whilst still I have the gift of speech.
So hold me upside down and give a whack
To fill my fragile lungs with woes to come. (FABULOUS 2 LINES)
Let loving arms assuage your rude attack
Upon this child. At first I suck my thumb,
Then find her breast - innate response to lack
Of food - then suck for milk with toothless gum.
She soothes my brow and rubs my tiny back
While I consider what I shall become.
But though I make that claim, I must be frank,
My wrinkled mind is largely still a blank. (THIS COUPLET BROUGHT A TOUCH OF HUMOR AND A LAUGH FROM ME AS I WAS (WHEN READING THE ABOVE STANZA) PONDERING WHAT A GREAT MIND THIS CHILD HAS WHEN NOT HAVING EVEN REALLY LIVED LIFE YET. LOL.
II
My wrinkled mind is largely still a blank
But quickly fills with all that I can clutch.
Whatever senses offered, so I drank
To quench my thirst to know the such-and-such
Of life. I had no fear and never shrank
From seeking knowledge, sometimes overmuch.
New learning would become a narrow plank
To build a bridge. This knowing was the crutch
(THIS WHOLE STANZA AND THE FIRST LINE OF LIMPING THROUGH LIFE IS EXCELLENT AND DESCRIBED SO POWERFULL.)
With which I was equipped to limp through life.
What gaps appeared, imagination filled.
I rode white horses into mortal strife,
In magic lore I was both wise and skilled,
I led my men to strains of drum and fife
And what I feared I faced and then I killed.
I ruled my world, a king whose realms were rife
With demons I dispatched, each quest fulfilled.
But these are only dreams for I am lame,
My life is quite a diff'rent sort of game. (I FOUND THE DREAMS WERE THOSE OF MANY YOUNG BOYS WHETHER LAME OR NOT.)
III
My life is quite a diff'rent sort of game,
For I was schooled in fear and learnt to hate
Myself and there, in place of love, was blame.
I ran the gauntlet of the schoolyard gate
Where insults wounded me with deadly aim.
I was an easy target, overweight,
And soon I spiralled (SPIRALED ?) down beyond reclaim.
The sweetest things in life were what I ate. (AN EXCELLENT WAY OF DESCRIBING BULLYING AND WHAT YOU TURNED TO FOR RELIEF. STILL A COMMON OCCURRENCE IN 2014, SADLY)
I fell into my teenage years enthused
To write the mixed up sentence of my mind, (SOUNDS LIKE THE MIND OF EVERY WRITER, AND I LIKE THE WAY YOU HAVE DESCRIBED IT AS MIXED UP SENTENCES IN OUR MIND. GREAT)
I searched for meaning, trapped and quite confused,
A worthless soul, ill-fitted, ill-designed (I HATE WHEN A PERSON FEELS SO LITTLE SELF ESTEEM, ESPECIALLY IF IT IS A PRODUCT OF HOW THEY WERE RAISED)
For deeds that heroes did in dreams; bemused
But then I saw a dragon clear defined.
With sulphur smell, a maiden he abused.
Enraged, I blushed to see him so unkind
And rushed to save the day. I was so wild
The bully backed away. The goddess smiled. (BRAVO)
IV
The bully backed away. The goddess smiled
On me with tears that made my ego grow. (YEAH)
I was entranced, in love, inflamed, beguiled
And now a man. At least, she thought me so.
Soon lists of loving kindness were compiled
We spooned with sonnets, villanelles, rondeaux
In time infatuation spawned this child
And with this child I too began to grow
Now mating with one's muse is not a crime (GREAT LINE AND GIVES THE READER SOMETHING TO PONDER ON)
And outcomes if they're good may wear a crown.
Heroic sonnets do take stacks of time
Unless you have a muse to smooth your frown.
The words you thought were verging on sublime
Just never fit the form when written down.
The rigours of the rhythm and the rhyme
Take incoherent tumbles like a clown. (THIS IS SO TRUE AND PUT SO WELL THROUGH YOUR WORDS. I HAVE WRITTEN FOUR AND SWEAR I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN, AND THEN I CAN NEVER PASS UP THE CHALLENGE.)
Oh, Yeltel, this is only number four!
I hardly dare go on, in case I bore. (LOVE THE HUMOR)
V
I hardly dare go on, in case I bore
For looking through the listings I can see
Rondeno's Madame Caillaux is for sure
A gripping tale, a murd'ress going free, (INTIMIDATING COMPETITION TO SAY THE LEAST. I BEGAN TO FEEL MINE WAS FAR TOO SIMPLE. LOL)
And Piper's Fancy's graphic gender tour
That's written from the heart, a heartfelt plea.
This was the seven ages till I saw
Yeltel's Vicissitudes had beaten me.
The others still not writ will mesmerise,
I have no doubt. Their pens are poised to ink
Their wit and wisdom and draw forth our sighs. (LOVE THE WAY YOU HAVE PUT YOUR THOUGHTS ONTO PAPER, AND HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO GET THROUGH 7 SONNETS WITHOUT BORING THE READER)
Meantime my muse and I just sit and think
Although we are in love we are not wise. (WHO IS WISE WHEN IN LOVE? •??
What ho! I could have sworn I saw her wink.
Dear reader, please be kind, avert your eyes
For poetry dictates that we must sink
Into each other's willing arms and kiss
For inspiration's to be found in bliss. (IS THAT WHERE I HAVE MISSED THE MARK?
VI
For inspiration's to be found in bliss.
I also seek in part to entertain.
Like all old men, I sometimes reminisce,
A fault we have. I know I should abstain.
We point out things that seem to be amiss,
We treasure life and drink it like champagne,
We tread upon the edge of life's abyss,
To take our readers there - and back again. (GREAT STANZA ON DESCRIBING THE COMPLEX MIND OF AN OLD MAN. SINCE I AM MARRIED TO ONE YOU HAVE MADE IT MUCH CLEARER •??
These are the things the lowly poet's for,
A window on the world for those with time
To think. Sometimes we lead you through a door
To worlds that lie beyond the ones we rhyme,
To worlds we wake and cast upon your shore.
When I have found some poet's words sublime
They've changed the way I looked at life before
When lost in all the dross of worldly grime. (THIS IS MY FAVORITE STANZ AS I FEEL YOUR DESCRIPTION OF US POETS IS PERFECT)
So what of this? The crown we seek to wear?
Its gems do only shine to take you there. (FANTASTIC COUPLET)
VII
Its gems do only shine to take you there
When you appreciate their glowing light.
The switch is in your mind. It's your affair.
I set the gems but cannot give you sight.(AMAZING LINE)
My task is done, I only wished to share
A spark that lies within, a spark so bright
That verse can scarce commune its awful glare
In words that fill my dreams but come out trite.
I launch them into flight with best intent
With wings that blur like those of humming birds (GREAT EXAMPLE)
Who strive to stay until the nectar's spent.
Their music floats so sad in minor thirds,
Its notes fall into hell though heaven sent.
When I shall shift this mortal coil that girds
My mind, I shall achieve accomplishment.
I am the poem's self, that's locked in words
Inside these swirling mists of mystery.
Release my body now and set it free.
WELL, TFAWCUS, YOU OUTDID YOURSELF. THIS IS EXCEPTIONAL AND FLAWLESS. THE RHYME, THE FLOW, YOUR METAPORS, EVERYTHING IS SO WELL THOUGHT OUT FOR AN OLD MAN WITH A WANDERING MIND. LOL YOU HAVE SET THE BAR VERY HIGH AND CERTAINLY YOU ARE RIGHT UP THERE AT THE TOP OF THE COMPETITION. BRAVO. IT WAS A PLEASURE TO READ AND TO SEE HOW CREATIVELY YOU USED WORDS. JOYCEX
Comment Written 20-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 21-Mar-2014
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Thank you for your carefully considered and kind review, Joyce. It was so very kind of you to take the time to read and respond in such detail and with such supportive comments. Much appreciated, as are the six stars!
Comment from emjaihammond
I absolutely loved loved your sonnet. If I had a six it would be yours. There is something so free and fun about the way it leaps off the page. Loved it when your muse gave you a wink. Clearly one of my favorites.
reply by the author on 20-Mar-2014
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I absolutely loved loved your sonnet. If I had a six it would be yours. There is something so free and fun about the way it leaps off the page. Loved it when your muse gave you a wink. Clearly one of my favorites.
Comment Written 19-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 20-Mar-2014
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Thank you so very much for this lovely review, MJH!
Comment from Just2Write
This is exceptional, Tony. A great submission to the Crown of Sonnets contest.
I will admit, I was confused a bit, trying to follow your thought processes from Sonnet to Sonnet - but you pulled it off.
I tell whilst still I have the power of speech.
i TELL whilst STILL i HAVE the POWer OF speech.
Scansion looks off - I think it is the word power that's throwing things out.
Then find her breast - innate response to lack
- whose breast? I assume a mother is somewhere close.
The sweetest things in life were what I ate. (great line)
With sulphur smell[,] a maiden he abused.
Oh, Yeltel, this is only number four!
I hardly dare go on, in case I bore. (Exceptional lament)
I noticed that you repeated quite a few rhyme sounds, and even some end-rhymed words (sublime) There's nothing against it in the rules this year, but there was at one time.
You do this write with such an enjoyable fun look at those who struggle with Sonnets - especially those who are brave enough (or dumb enough) to attempt a Heroic crown.
I liked the references to the other writers. A nice touch. I haven't read those submissions yet, but will.
All are talented writers, and no doubt, their efforts will be well worth the read.
Great work, Tony. I'm so pleased you entered the contest.
Rose.
reply by the author on 17-Mar-2014
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This is exceptional, Tony. A great submission to the Crown of Sonnets contest.
I will admit, I was confused a bit, trying to follow your thought processes from Sonnet to Sonnet - but you pulled it off.
I tell whilst still I have the power of speech.
i TELL whilst STILL i HAVE the POWer OF speech.
Scansion looks off - I think it is the word power that's throwing things out.
Then find her breast - innate response to lack
- whose breast? I assume a mother is somewhere close.
The sweetest things in life were what I ate. (great line)
With sulphur smell[,] a maiden he abused.
Oh, Yeltel, this is only number four!
I hardly dare go on, in case I bore. (Exceptional lament)
I noticed that you repeated quite a few rhyme sounds, and even some end-rhymed words (sublime) There's nothing against it in the rules this year, but there was at one time.
You do this write with such an enjoyable fun look at those who struggle with Sonnets - especially those who are brave enough (or dumb enough) to attempt a Heroic crown.
I liked the references to the other writers. A nice touch. I haven't read those submissions yet, but will.
All are talented writers, and no doubt, their efforts will be well worth the read.
Great work, Tony. I'm so pleased you entered the contest.
Rose.
Comment Written 17-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 17-Mar-2014
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I very much appreciate your in-depth review and suggestions, Rose. Most kind of you. You are right about the scansion! I had rather lazily used 'power' as a single syllable, which is as many people say it. Perhaps I should put my thinking cap on again! You are also absolutely right about the missing coma after sulphur smell - demanded by the sentence inversion - and I have made that amendment now.
Comment from Irish Rain
Quite heroic!...and not the least boring...I thought of entering this, but didn't have a clue what I could write 7 sonnets above...SHEER genius...that you wrote about what to write about, ha ha...and did it in such an entertaining way...I especially loved running the gauntlet in school...what gruesome memories that brings back...and mating with your muse...lovely! Blessings tonight!!!
reply by the author on 16-Mar-2014
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Quite heroic!...and not the least boring...I thought of entering this, but didn't have a clue what I could write 7 sonnets above...SHEER genius...that you wrote about what to write about, ha ha...and did it in such an entertaining way...I especially loved running the gauntlet in school...what gruesome memories that brings back...and mating with your muse...lovely! Blessings tonight!!!
Comment Written 14-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 16-Mar-2014
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Thanks very much, Jo. So glad you enjoyed this one, and thank you very much for the six stars. Best wishes, Tony.
Comment from Treischel
A prodigious effort expertly crafted. I applaud your creative accomplishment. It takes an accomplished poet to even attempt this. The rhyme was perfect. The meter was right on. I liked tne transitions. My only criticism is that your overall theme kept switching so it didn't come together as one coherent whole story. Stil, the poetry we pas exquisite and profound.
reply by the author on 16-Mar-2014
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A prodigious effort expertly crafted. I applaud your creative accomplishment. It takes an accomplished poet to even attempt this. The rhyme was perfect. The meter was right on. I liked tne transitions. My only criticism is that your overall theme kept switching so it didn't come together as one coherent whole story. Stil, the poetry we pas exquisite and profound.
Comment Written 14-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 16-Mar-2014
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Thanks very much, Treischel. So glad you enjoyed this one, and thank you very much for the six stars. I rather agree with you about the lack of continuity. I think perhaps the main culprit in that respect is the sonnet comparing mine with other contestants. Best wishes, Tony.
Comment from RGstar
I read this in complete awe of your great writing skills. In completing this with just interest intact is a feat within itself.
The structure demands such, yet you have captured my attention and focus from start to finish.
Such poetic beauty in this write and the movement to different areas with the differences of the sonnets gives an overall wider perspective of the different areas and emotions in depicting your thesis.
You have nothing or no one to answer to with this write, my friend, it is a masterclass, and this is my choice for poem of the month.
Well done, Tony, I am so proud to see this.
Best wishes, my friend.
RGstar
reply by the author on 16-Mar-2014
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I read this in complete awe of your great writing skills. In completing this with just interest intact is a feat within itself.
The structure demands such, yet you have captured my attention and focus from start to finish.
Such poetic beauty in this write and the movement to different areas with the differences of the sonnets gives an overall wider perspective of the different areas and emotions in depicting your thesis.
You have nothing or no one to answer to with this write, my friend, it is a masterclass, and this is my choice for poem of the month.
Well done, Tony, I am so proud to see this.
Best wishes, my friend.
RGstar
Comment Written 14-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 16-Mar-2014
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Thanks very much, RG. So glad you enjoyed this one, and thank you very much for the six stars. I am truly honoured by your very kind words and compliment. Best wishes, Tony.
Comment from Rondeno
It's a neat idea to make the writing process itself the theme of your poem suite. It's all done with your customary deftness and elegance.
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2014
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It's a neat idea to make the writing process itself the theme of your poem suite. It's all done with your customary deftness and elegance.
Comment Written 14-Mar-2014
reply by the author on 14-Mar-2014
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Many thanks, Michael. I think it rather pale in comparison with your tour de force! Tony
