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Midnight Sonnet

by Reyu


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Tue Sep 25, 2007 1:10 pm
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First of all.
What?
I didn't really like this poem.
You neede to work on it a little more.

I bark at thee to write again,
only then can the world see your sound.


Is he a dog or something?
Make it something like pleed, or beg.
Bark is a bit, weird.

Just needs a bit of work that's all.




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Tue Sep 25, 2007 10:43 am
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Sorry to jump to assumptions, but I have received hostility because of my reviews, and I am sick of it.

Anyway, I glad to have helped.




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Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:12 am
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alleycat13 wrote:If you're saying that to get a reaction out of me, don't. I gave you an honest review, which is something every writer should hope to receive.


Meow!

I was actually curious about iambic pentameter. I was under the assumption that a sonnet was 14 lines of lyrical verse... I had no idea I had to fallow rules :)

<---- Horrible poet, no joke.

Thank you for the help. I will revise eventually to fit the rules.




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Tue Sep 25, 2007 1:17 am
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This poem confuses me to no end because the imagery and references seem all over the place, in my opinion. I think they could be a little more focused? You might want to take another look at the rhyming as well, as it also seems to come and go.

One line I did like: "dreams as deep as Nazi eyes"
Nice.

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Tue Sep 25, 2007 12:11 am
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If you're saying that to get a reaction out of me, don't. I gave you an honest review, which is something every writer should hope to receive.

If you really want an answer, then it is this: there is no way to clearly define iambic pentameter other then by stating the definition. That being-- five (thus 'pent') pairs of unstressed-stressed syllables.

If I were explaing that to someone who had never written before, I would say this-- it should sound like "Whose woods these are I think I know..." (Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost). It should have that same feel and rhythmn, except that there should be one more pair of syllables because this quote is iambic tetrameter and has only 8 syllables.

There are several forms of sonnets, and I tried to find a good website to direct you to--> http://www.utm.edu/departments/english/everett/sonnet.htm




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Mon Sep 24, 2007 4:29 am
Reyu says...



Explain iambic pentameter in your own words.




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Sun Sep 23, 2007 10:00 pm
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Honestly, I don't like this very much. One thing that bothers me is that you call it a sonnet. Well, I find no iambic pentameter or rhyming scheme, so, I don't think it's a sonnet.

No... That is not the case,(.)
leave remembrance in blue ink,
or I dare to call you a scapegrace.

I really feel there should be a period after 'case'. It gives that next sentence more independence.

Dreams as deep as Nazi eyes,
maybe it was love you finally found?

'Nazi eyes' is an interesting thing to say about dreams, but it is strange. Many you should save that phrase for a more fitting piece.

I bark at thee to write again,
only then can the world see your sound.

I like this part, but 'bark' seems a harsh word to go with 'thee'. The last line is nice. To 'see your sound' is an unique concept.

It seems to me that there's a lot of passion and not a lot of direction in this poem. I hear a plead to some loved one, but I think that some things got lost in translation.

I'm sorry this sounds so harsh, but I hope it helps.





Life is like a bag of potatoes, it starts out rough, but can turn into something beautiful (and yummy).
— Ley