It’s a vicious process, sonnet writing.
It seems as every time I near the goal
a syllable or rhyme eludes me,
rendering my poetry somewhat droll.

I feel empathy for those who struggle
and a growing sense of hate for masters,
those who can weave such beautiful meaning
into these cruel preconceived disasters.

I have fourteen lines to accentuate,
ten short syllables I must embellish,
at least three sentences to punctuate,
yet I sit typing, starting to relish

the idea of writing a semi-sonnet
solely focussed on the hassle of – dammit.


Carly Britt is currently a student at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, majoring in Biomedical Engineering. She also works on campus as a student researcher in the Orthopaedic Mechanobiology Lab. 

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5 Responses

  1. J. Simon Harris

    Great (semi-)sonnet! This is very funny. By the way, I sometimes contribute to this site, and I am also at NC State. I am a grad student in the Materials Science and Engineering Department (I work in Engineering Building 1). Small world!

  2. Dave Whippman

    Clever stuff. Writing poetry about the craft of poetry is an old idea, and your treatment of it works. It reminds me of a piece called “You bid me try”. I forget the name of the author, but you can google it and you’ll see what I mean.


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