I gently trace my fingers down your spine,
caressing the rigid, bony surface.
I search your structure to at last define
your value and understand your purpose.
To what it is, I have often pondered.
The answer has yet been spoken aloud.
So through your worn pages, I have wandered
though you let your cover remain a shroud.
Your venerable age is evident,
but your knowledge proves eminently wise.
So exact numbers are irrelevant,
as long as you soon uncover your guise.
Pursuing to read the words in your book
will grant me knowledge if I care to look.
This was my first ever attempt at a sonnet that I wrote for my poetry class. My professor didn’t require us to use iambic pentameter, so I didn’t focus on that aspect throughout the entire piece, although it is evident in some of the lines.
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A delightful sonnet about my favourite topic: a book.
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Wonderful.
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Enchanting.
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nicely made – well done
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Nice work.
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Beautiful! I love to read an actual book! 🙂
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Excellent .. Loved it ! 🙂
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I like it.
Is your poetry class part of a degree program? (just curiois)
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Great job! Should have gotten an A+! Light and Love, Shona
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Thanks! It’s actually the only one I’ve gotten an A on so far. Haha
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I love how you expressed with your sonnet such a reverence for holding the “book” and its hidden wisdom for those who look. Such a wonderfully magical photo also.
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Awesome poetry.
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I love the fact that you’ve written something about a book..
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A deLIGHTful SONnet FROM start TO end. I hope YOU write Another ONE real SOON.
ST
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(Iambic very appreciated! I let it slide at the end…)
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Lovely- will you keep going?
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