Italian Sonnet Slams Here

Someone I have come to admire recently reminded me of a lost love of mine:  poetry.   And as such, I thought about my late night chants of liberal ideals and loves lost amidst a haze of smoke in some dive in front of a microphone. But enough about me…

You, too, can forge your own poetry experiences right here.

Interested in succinctly expressing your thoughts in a structured way?  Want to convey your idea completely in just fourteen lines?

Simply end each line so you finish with rhymed syllables or words ABBA ABBA CDE CDE.

Example:

“A Game of Chess” Gwen Harwood

To John Brodie

Nightfall: the town’s chromatic nocturne wakes
dark brilliance on the river; colours drift
and tremble as enormous shadows lift
Orion to his place. The heart remakes
that peace torn in the blaze of day. Inside
your room are music, warmth and wine, the board
with chessmen set for play. The harpsichord
begins a fugue; delight is multiplied.A game: the heart’s impossible ideal –
to choose among a host of paths, and know
that if the kingdom crumbles one can yield
and have the choice again. Abstract and real
joined in their trance of thought, two players show
the calm of gods above a troubled field.

Your slam begins… NOW!

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