Heroic Crown of Sonnets (Another Activity)

[Truerenigma]

Okay so I've made a few changes, with a more conservative approach to meter and syntax. This a pretty industrious project, and it isn't going to be easy for all of us. Personally, I don't expect metrical perfection (some may even want to play around a bit, so that this very long poem doesn't drone on metrically) but if we are going to get a bit wild, it is probably best to keep it to the middle of poem, and try to end on a fairly solid line, so that the final sonnet can have some cohesion, metrically and otherwise. we are ready for the next poem.


So far for the final sonnet we have two lines, (possibly a central metaphor) and the rhymes for the first stanza:

So this is how we enter clockworks tick
they talk they tell your story in the hall

Although that is subject to punctuation (and/or spelling) changes (the punctuation [or spelling, if there's wordplay involved] from sonnet to sonnet doesn't have to be the same as in the originals; this is not going to be easy, and I expect that we may end up with some enjambment, possibly parenthetical clauses). It will be interesting to see what others do with this.



Remember to start with this line:

They talk. They tell your story in the hall

[font=Arial]and that your last line will be the third line in the final sonnet.


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So this is how we enter clockworks tick
they talk they tell your story in the hall

All Our Yesterdays

i.

So this is how we enter clockwork's tick
into a lifetime of fragility.
Come quick, small child! Your heart is but a chick's
small squeaks; your wings are barely feathered. See,
the steel-clawed beast in smock and apron gear
won't harm your molded head. This violent day
will fade. Don't turn to crawl back in from fear
of numbered clocks that beep your heart away—
into cold night, in bed with mother moon,
brief as icicle drips at sunrise—strife
will lift as scrapbook pages turn. So soon
you will grow old! The brevity of life
will strike you grey; yet pictures line the wall,
they talk. They tell your story in the hall.