Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

One hundred forty syllables,
Seventy iambic feet,
Fourteen lines,
One verse,
Ideally set in iambic pentameter,
Enjambment allowed for thoughts and for syllables between lines,
Every tenth syllable falls in a rhyme scheme—
Rhyme scheme is chiastic: ABCEDFGG’F’D’E’C’B’A’—
May be linear in thought;
Encouraged to float in on a thought in six lines,
Find a pivot in a couplet in lines seven and eight,
Wander off on a thought in lines nine through fourteen,
Like a ball that is thrown up to the sky,
Pauses for a moment,
Descends in another direction;
Encouraged to transgress on a thought in the first seven lines,
Not care about a pivot couplet,
Regress on a tangent in the last seven lines,
Like a wave that smacks a sandy cliché ass,
Like a flirt who compliments and runs back to the masses—
No need to be profound,
No need to finish beautifully,
Form for poorer artists who need it,
Form like a marble block for sculptors who hope art exists independently within—
Sonnet for a brave new world,
Sonnet for a hopeless throwback,
Sonnet for when Atlas shrugs,
Sonnet to be broken for those who need one.

regression on a tangent
hope for th feeble minded
and the mighty
let her flow

inspiring thanks!