Let Us Converse Using Sonnets II

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The link above cannot be open now.
It seems to me the thread turned cold and died.
Can any soul be kind and tell me how?
How did that thread was left to rotten, died.
You know I tried so hard to give it life,
but also that I tried to make it grow.
I gave my time and went through lots of strife
to see your words and mine go to and fro.
yet somehow it feels the above thread lives,
despite that it wont' open up to me.
It takes no input, but I think still lives.
I can't discard this thought and simply be.
And so I guess I didn't try enough
And so I guess I cannot just give up.

Conversations die their natural end
despite all else that one person can do;
discourse rejoins with the flick of a pen
when opportunity rises anew.
Fret not over words forgotten between
when you have so much wisdom to exclaim;
just strike up a line, or even fourteen
and public proclamation will acclaim.
New people will talk in meter and rhyme
if you write it they will come to partake
it is not new but happens all the time
and they'll do it for laughs and for your sake.
Sonnets are formalized expositions
show the state of poet's disposition.

Edit: thanks.

Reposting:

Ah first of all, I thank you Mister Larry
for joining me this evening with your piece
and secondly, I praise you Mister Larry
for writing the above with such an ease.
Your sonnet clearly speaks between the lines
though after reading I'm left in distraught
my heartbeat rises then its beat declines
I'm trying too hard to not panic out
Did you implied that this thread too can die?
Did you implied with that thought in advance
While trying to save this hurt girl a cry?
Then how can I not fret if there's that chance?
Oh no! I should calm down. I think you're right.
I should just read your lines with other light.

I say there's room for many in here:
Darren, Em, Ben, Michael and Ben should come,
plus anyone else who holds these forms dear
Meena, ddavidd, Jane, Andrea are some.
All you poets should speak in form your mind
Hellon, Mark, Naomi, Mary Ann, too;
mold your thoughts to fourteen lines you will find
simple ten syllables sound much more True.
Don't give up Luce, there will be those who write
conversations in sonnets just you wait
Abby, Yaki, ether and James are bright
and surely they will produce verse first rate.
It really doesn't have to be their best
I'll bet they'll do it just for interest.

To have a thread like this on here is sharp.
Enticing all the eager minds around,
To pick up pen or quill and make their mark.
Sonnet writing is happiness Ive found.
Ideas that squeeze nicely to a template
Will focus brains like water on the mind.
A story like Rapunzel reads first rate,
Or a zombie love, the future human kind.
The fact that all ideas from new to bard
Can grace a page and sing with metric beat.
To hear the beat, you hear the poets heart;
So have a go and try, its really neat!

A thread like this encourages this site,
To hear the music beat within our writes.

I thought I'd join the fray and scrawl a verse
As sonnets are my true undying muse;
To weave a tale with music and with words
Presents a challenge one must not refuse.
Those few who call it dated and refuse
To see the beauty woven in its web
Do cast away a gift and so they lose
And write their words with smudgy ink instead.
So join us on this thread and cast a spell
With metric beat and pens that turn to wands;
It may just break the wall and so then fell
The stones that stand in place of clearer ponds.
We must not blunt our tools and leave behind
The best we have or suffer narrow minds.

Oh YES! you're RIGHT! oh YES! you're RIGHT! oh YES!!!
There's room for all of them to come in here.
So let us call on Em and Jane I guess
along with Mary Ann to join us here
I know Andrea will be coming soon
She loves to write in forms just as I do
and has this playful fairy pixie tune
that captivates a soul like morning dew
but I can be mistaken with my thoughts
and chances are Andrea will not come
because it seems she is untying knots
to loosen up the strings that chokes her home
So then I guess, you're right, oh yes, you're right!
Let's call on all to come in here and write!

Note: I'll be back to continue replying.

It seems that quite a few of us on here
Have knots we need to loosen else we'll choke;
To leave our paths ahead well worn and clear,
We first must fell the trees with flames and smoke.
We must not press the few who stay their hand -
The aces will be played in course and time;
They will yet rise from ash and make a stand
By leaving all their problems far behind.
Our necks are often bound by ropes we tie,
So grasp those knots and work them in reverse;
Do not look back and say you never tried -
Our lives will then be cured and reimbursed.
When walking in the dark, remember light;
When suffering life's wrongs, remember right.

It seems you know a lot about some knots...
I often think about the ones that binds us all
But I can't seem to organize my thoughts
because those thoughts are hard to fit and call
I always seem to see us as some thread,
as, if you will, some string, that can sever;
to break in unity means to find dead...
But oh that string then turns to two or more
And more become detached from the main source
So these peculiar knots unite us more
and lead us closer to the main source

So once again to be a single string
we all must tie the ends to make that string

...

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I never wrote one in this thread

one sonnet every three years is my limit.

Title: To Darren

You never wrote a sonnet in this thread
nor have you posted one in your account
except for the Italian one I read
a while ago if I have not lost count
so basically your limit isn’t one
your limit is your want for quality
the kind that can’t be perfected at once
unless you posses that ability
but since we aren’t poet Laureates
it’s clear that practice should be exercise
by fully writing what your soul dictates
regardless if the form must be revise
Thus, do attempt to write a sonnet
until with many tries you perfect it

Thanks Luce

however I can't see myself writing a sonnet anytime soon.

No worries.

No worries.