Sonnettics

This is the tune I am working into this sonnet:
national_hymn
****
Our love is gold, a bright, eternal ring
And yet it’s something more than words can be
It’s more than just a little song we sing
This golden ring encircles you and me
Like harmony encircles different notes
And makes them sound like golden notes should sound
When music finds the meaning it denotes
Our love is one eternal, golden round
If precious love evolves in precious gold
Or songs portray the precious love we feel
Our love would be refined and be untold
Because our love is precious, pure, and real
Symbolically, this ring is for your hand
It’s more than love that we can understand.

My chronoception seems a little off
Eternity has come to be a time
At which I can no longer blithely scoff
Sweet steps to count in that sweet golden clime
It takes forever now to write a line
A simple line of poetry, like this
I wonder if there is some Grand Design
Or if I’ll ever feel Sunflower’s kiss
I know it’s just a fragment of my mind
The part that suffered injury last year
It’s not the way my life will be defined
It’s just a little inconvenient fear
Time keeps sixty minutes every hour
Let’s keep Time locked up within his tower.

Do flowers ever wonder why they’re here?
Why simple fields sprout Beauty where they grow?
Do flowers seek some meaning to revere?
Or does the field of flowers simply know?
Like poetry can paint a landscape, wide
Or focus on a portrait with its words
The Poet knows that flowers cannot hide
From Beauty’s seekers or from little birds
They’re here to ask their questions of the Sun
Hyperion gives warmth and love and light
But doesn’t give them answers, no, not one
He may not know the answers, but He might
The meaning of all life is just to ask
And find the warmth and light in which to bask.

Pax

A Goddess with an olive branch to give
She brings sweet Peace, like Noah’s blessed dove
Announcing that I still have life to live
A life that should be filled with holy love

Venus

Aesthetically, she teaches me with grace
Her portraits and her sculptures are divine
And yet there’s more to Beauty than her face
A goddess who is more than words define

Strenua

Endurance is the greatest part of Strength
A goddess who believes I will succeed
To make me strong, she’ll go to any length
Her perseverance is the gift I need

My Goddesses are real; they’re part of me
I’m blessed to understand this Trinity.

Sonnets were made for triathletes! Okay, maybe not, but they work very well. Why? Because they have 3 quatrains. A triathlon sonnet devotes a quatrain to swimming, one to biking, and one to running. The sonnettic volta can come anywhere in the poem. It’s probably going to be somewhere when the writer/racer “turns” from strength to sheer determination! The final couplet of the triathlon sonnet is usually a realization that triathlon is a way of life. Here is one for all you triathletes:

The Final 26.2 of 140.6

The swim was just a minor 2.4
A contact sport because of this: mass start
I didn’t know what pain was yet in store
But I could feel the pounding of my heart
Transition placed me quickly on my bike
A century, and then a dozen more
I don’t recall a thing I didn’t like
Except to know I still had one thing more
A marathon, my third, but not my last
The slowest marathon I’ve ever run
It’s true, I’d started hours in the past
But hours yet before my race was done
It’s Ironman; it’s more than just a race:
A Way of Life that nothing can replace!

I wish they would have left me there to die
I wouldn’t give a fuck about the shit
I deal with now, like wishing I could cry
Or sucking up to try and deal with it

Nobody gave a shit that I’d been robbed
Of more than just the year of time I lost
Nobody understands tears I’ve sobbed
Nobody cares how much it fucking cost

I’d give them back their nickles and their dimes
They think they paid the price; I think they’re high
If life was fair they’d have to face their crimes
I wish they would have left me there to die

I never asked for help to stand and live
But people think it’s theirs to fucking give.

My second chance at life will feel complete
While sitting by the fountain in the park
I’ll watch the children celebrate their feet
By dancing in a festive water lark
I hope my daughter dances there as well
I’ll hold her precious hand and kiss her face
She’ll be a happy story I will tell
As we commune with joy within that place
I’ll sit beside her mother, Beauty’s Queen
My Princesses are mine; I am a King!
Their happiness is more than I have seen
In life before or dreams my life would bring!
I can’t believe I’ll be a lucky man
Who’s second life is more than I could plan!

Forever never stops, but it can pause
Like pausing for a breath when life gets fast
I tell myself that this must be the cause
Of feeling like eternity won’t last
But life is not a race to win or lose
Eternity’s a journey; take your time
Forever isn’t something that we choose
When hills appear, it’s true, we have to climb
Life’s journeys rise and fall with chance or fate
Forever isn’t flat; that would be dull
We just believe we’re early or too late
Forever’s just a storm, each pause, a lull
So catch your breath, press on, there’s more to do
Forever never stops for me and you.