A sage once asked a smart young boy
to put his knowledge on a page,
for him and others to enjoy.
The boy, so honored and content,
quite soon the wave of fame to ride,
filled sheets with verse and heart with pride;
to please his master, his intent.
But shame, not glory, was his fate,
when master burned his book with rage,
and sent him off to meditate.
Some years went by, the boy matured,
forgetting hardships he endured.
Soon seen, at master’s feet, one night :
one single page of purest white.
In a list
A contest entry
- BATTLE OF THE SONNETS ROUND 5 by mamad.
1400 points, ended August 6, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Aha! The more I know, the less I say.
This is a great story, and your form is excellent. Congratulations on your trophy, I'm sorry to be so late.
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This is really great, maa! I love the story in this. Perfect!
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it reads a little like a commentary on a koan, no bad thing. but white is just another colour as wansong may have alluded;-) however it, for me, avoided the trap of falling into the expected imagery. well done, nice one!
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This was a very interesting story, with an profound fabled ending. A harsh lesson it teaches, but a good one.
Good luck in the contest!
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Hi Sis! I loved this. It was the same feeling reading this sonnet as I get when I read my Harry Potter books
Totally awesome! Wonderful rhymes, rhythm, meter and imagery and great aha moment too I like the pivot line a lot. It made my stomach muscles churn!
Wonderful use of assonance too in the poem.
By the way, what does 'Sarabande' mean? That very word drew me in...let me know, please. Thank you.
All the best,
Charishma
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