sonnet or not
Posted: February 2nd, 2011, 7:44 pm
I found this poem packed away in some of my mother's stuff...
old photos, letters and such. I asked her who wrote it and who
was it given to...
She said it was written by a friend named Jazz Seever, an air force
guy stationed in Alaska, and that he wrote it to her. This would've
been written somewhere around 1963.
Questions are these...
As a sonnet, it doesn't follow the rules... is it still a sonnet?
And, did Jazz really write it, or was it copied from someone elses
works?
I'd like to post it... I'd like to name the author, Jazz, but I wouldn't
want to misrepresent it if he copied it. How would I know? Or,
should I just say, author unknown?
Sonnet to Aphrodite
What folly! Being alive without living!
Souls of driftwood cast upon the sea,
swirled to and fro by whatever life is giving
with no essence, no reason to be.
With narrowed scope and dulled senses
suspended short of all realization.
Unfelt emotion quelled by fences
of inhibition allowing no sensation.
But nay! Such shall not be my fate!
For I have tasted the nectar of love.
I have fallen to the depths of hate,
to be lifted again to the Heavens above.
On the wings of your sweet lips, having thus been filled,
how can I deflate that which love instilled?
old photos, letters and such. I asked her who wrote it and who
was it given to...
She said it was written by a friend named Jazz Seever, an air force
guy stationed in Alaska, and that he wrote it to her. This would've
been written somewhere around 1963.
Questions are these...
As a sonnet, it doesn't follow the rules... is it still a sonnet?
And, did Jazz really write it, or was it copied from someone elses
works?
I'd like to post it... I'd like to name the author, Jazz, but I wouldn't
want to misrepresent it if he copied it. How would I know? Or,
should I just say, author unknown?
Sonnet to Aphrodite
What folly! Being alive without living!
Souls of driftwood cast upon the sea,
swirled to and fro by whatever life is giving
with no essence, no reason to be.
With narrowed scope and dulled senses
suspended short of all realization.
Unfelt emotion quelled by fences
of inhibition allowing no sensation.
But nay! Such shall not be my fate!
For I have tasted the nectar of love.
I have fallen to the depths of hate,
to be lifted again to the Heavens above.
On the wings of your sweet lips, having thus been filled,
how can I deflate that which love instilled?