Death of a Sonnet writer, by Scott Ennis
Hello everyone,
I read this sonnet some days ago, and I really liked it. It's a Shakespearean Sonnet, with fourteen lines, and ten syllables in each line. I kept thinking about it and repeating it continuously in my head, and I finally decided to put it on my blog. I found it here.
It is written by Scott Ennis, a sonnet writer. He has written loads of sonnets.
I read this sonnet some days ago, and I really liked it. It's a Shakespearean Sonnet, with fourteen lines, and ten syllables in each line. I kept thinking about it and repeating it continuously in my head, and I finally decided to put it on my blog. I found it here.
It is written by Scott Ennis, a sonnet writer. He has written loads of sonnets.
He turned the fourteenth glass and said, “Begin.”
and I had fourteen minutes left to live;
and I had fourteen unrepented sins,
and fourteen people whom I would forgive,
and I had fourteen minutes left to live;
and I had fourteen unrepented sins,
and fourteen people whom I would forgive,
and fourteen unread books upon my shelf,
and fourteen loves I knew I’d loved in vain,
and fourteen dreams I’d kept within myself
(the fourteen I’d most wanted to explain.)
and fourteen loves I knew I’d loved in vain,
and fourteen dreams I’d kept within myself
(the fourteen I’d most wanted to explain.)
But fourteen minutes quickly passed away.
I filled my pen with fourteen drops of ink-
the fourteenth glass had offered one delay;
and fourteen final grains retained the brink.
I filled my pen with fourteen drops of ink-
the fourteenth glass had offered one delay;
and fourteen final grains retained the brink.
This sonnet flowed like fourteen final breaths-
the fourteenth line, the fourteenth grain, then death.
the fourteenth line, the fourteenth grain, then death.
-Scott Ennis
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