"The Professor" by Norman Rockwell‘Sonnetized’ by K. Irene Rieger The Society January 18, 2022 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 5 Comments . Sonnetized “Why poetry?” My chair leans in his chair And slides me a sabbatical-swelled smirk. The past nine months I’d shouldered all his share So he could spend his patriarchal perk In penning pap not destined to see light. “A couplet is a manageable cup “To nurse while nursing newborns in the night.” “Not good enough!” The old man shuts me up. “For poetry’s a calling—a vocation! “And rhyming’s so old fashioned—risible! “Such arbitrary rules curtail creation!” The sonnets’ strictures may not be permissible, But to them I entrust my rage, nonplussed, The bulldog bitch contained, but only just. . . K. Irene Rieger is Associate Professor of English at Bluefield University in Bluefield, Virginia. A Martha’s Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing Fellow, she is the First Place winner of the 88th Annual Writer’s Digest Writing Competition in Rhyming Poetry. Her work has appeared in The College English Association Critic, the Journal for the Liberal Arts and Sciences, Talking Writing, and MUSE. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses jd January 18, 2022 Enjoyed this. Love the “sabbatical swelled smirk”. Reply Paul Freeman January 18, 2022 And a pun of a title, to boot, Your sonnets both wise and a hoot. Thanks for the read, ‘K’. And congrats on the Writer’s Digest win. No small feat. Reply Joseph S. Salemi January 18, 2022 This is a nicely composed sonnet with a tight presentation of argumentative interaction. I especially like the rhyme of /nonplussed/ and /just/, which is unexpected. As a general rule, it is not a good idea to show one’s formal and metrical poetry to persons propagandized in the free-verse suppositions of modernism. Why bother? The corruption of taste in such people is already too far gone, and their reactions will be exactly like what is described here: the same old boring cliches about how rules curb creativity, and how rhymes are old-fashioned., and how formal verse is not hip and trendy. I have frequently heard the claim that “poetry’s a calling — a vocation” from such people, and it strikes me that this idea is really a disguised insult. It basically says that anyone writing formal poetry is clearly untalented, and should stop. In other words, only overenthused schmucks who “write from their hearts” have the true calling. Reply Cynthia Erlandson January 18, 2022 I especially enjoyed “To nurse while nursing newborns”, and risible/permissible. Reply BDW January 22, 2022 A Brief Critique by Wilbur Dee Case Although, like the professor mentioned here, I, too, avoid the sonnet’s tug and hold, K. Irene Rieger is a sonneteer who doesn’t flee the form because it’s old. Instead, she uses it to pen her thoughts, while nursing in the night, and in the dawn, an issue that she feels—Is it ersatz? with a dramatic anecdote she’s drawn. Upset, in sestet, rhyming feminine, the bulldog bitch, contained, but only such, articulates the said professor’s spin and adds an extra iamb to her punch. And then, in English sonnet form she ends, in tense restraint, the verbal vent she’s sent. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.