The SONNET is a poem, properly expressive of a single, complete thought, idea, or sentiment. It consists of 14 lines, usually in iambic pentameter, with rhymes arranged according to one of certain definite schemes. In the strict or Italian form it is divided into a major group of 8 lines (the octave) followed by a minor group of 6 lines (the sestet). An a-b-b-a, a-b-b-a pattern became the standard for Italian sonnets. For the sestet there were two different possibilities: c-d-e-c-d-e and c-d-c-c-d-c. In time, other variants on this rhyming scheme were introduced, such as c-d-c-d-c-d.
The English form breaks the poem into 3 quatrains followed by a couplet. Each line contains ten syllables and is written in iambic pentameter, in which a pattern of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable is repeated five times (da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM). The rhyme scheme in a Shakespearean (English) sonnet is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g; the last two lines are a rhyming couplet. Alternate Rhyme Scheme: a-a-b-b, c-c-d-d, e-e-f-f, g-g
More detailed information on the SONNET may be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet
MARIE ELENA’S SONNET:
TALE OF THREE CHRIST FOLLOWERS
She’s elderly. Some say she’s always been.
So wise is she in how she spends her time
A model of her Savior’s love toward men
Her body, frail; her grace is in its prime.
He isn’t who he feels he ought to be
He feels no kindness toward his fellow man
In prayer, he bows his head and lifts a plea,
To change his heart, as only Jesus can.
I wish to be a mirror of His love,
To see you through His warm and tender eyes,
Emit the grace I’m undeserving of,
Become like Him: accepting, kind, and wise.
So thankful Jesus scraped away our dross –
This sinless One bore all upon the cross.
Copyright © – Marie Elena Good 2012
THE TENDER TRAP
Love is the tender trap that snares the heart,
from eyes’ first glance the ember’s passions start.
And so to bless two souls in search of love,
who in each other’s heartbeats they do move.
The snare so baited lures her to his arms
where he becomes enraptured by her charms.
A gentle hold upon him she does reign,
to touch his very life and soul again.
He, once the hunter now becomes the prey,
the tender trap is set to save his way,
a sanctuary there within each chest;
a safety sure, procured in nurture’s nest.
Evasive hearts surrender, for ’tis true,
there is a tender trap set just for you!
Copyright © – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012