I sit to write a sonnet — sssssssssssssssssss — a
Sonnetsssssssssssssssssonnet and words
refuse, ducking beneath a stuttering, cluttering
ghost that hags my neural channelssssssssssss
clots thoughts and crackles — crackcrackcrack —
raises mental hackles and the poem that
was to be dissipatessssssssssssssssssss I wrack
and rend, curse, weep, contend — buzzzzzzzzzz —
I sit to — small nails in glass swirling tinkling
chinking tinkling — sit to write a sssssssssss
sssssssssssssss — PAUSE. BREATHE. PAUSE.
Mozart? sssssssss MozArt? — ringwas that the tele
gggggggggggggggggggggggggggg—GOD!
{no imprecation but a prayer}
Author notes
Option 2: Being plagued by, causes of a mental illness. Jumbled remains of an aborted rhyming sonnet. About a time when I neared hospitalization, unable to deal with the internal sounds. They are still here, but I'm still here also, so at least there is an upside to the piece. Sort of.
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Since I'm feeling generous today, I will give you a warning--- put the option number in the author's notes or you WILL be DQed.
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echoic, I give you
you're one poet and person
the dwelling of the decibel oddly sensed is profound for a panic of response, an obstacle within (your) internal thoughts even for a height of static.
while there is a creative pulse...
stillness with this through tried task in subtle wrestle for your schedule by twice saying "I sit to" was a poignant aim of accomplishment in pen.
the lettering let it out a little, but I'm glad for the last lines and your author notes.
twisted as a bad thyroid -- or many other constants as consonants on each other,,
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Tinnitus is the bane of my existance and I was thinking of doing a poem along the lines of what you've got here... with the ssssss sound etc. I'll have to do something different, and the way I'm feeling about this condition right now, it'll be a poem full of angst and frustration. Thanks for a good read and sharing the hell of tinnitus.
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The words shout out the frustration
of the pesky noise, a true audio
and visual presentation.
Aesthete
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Wow! A sonnet like no other I have ever seen! This is a subject that I realize you know well, I'm so sorry for that. The sonnet its' self? Well I think your syllable count is right on target. LOL
This shouls be published at: hearnet.com
Love,
Amera ♥
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Thank you. Although how you figures out syllable count is beyond me. But thanks anyway. I'll check out hearnet.com
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Wow. I like your style. Its very bold and experimental.
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