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Nonsonnet

Purple Poetry // Nonsonnet

The Nonsonnet is one of my personal twists on the traditional sonnet format. Unlike the versions used in The Wedding of the Damned and Contemplations, which share an iambic octameter rhythm and differ slightly in rhyme scheme (AABBA and ABAAB, respectively), a Nonsonnet uses variable-stress quinquedecameter (fifteen syllables, not strictly iambic). It is not narrative, and it uses the standard rhyme scheme of a Shakespearean sonnet, minus the final couplet. (Original on dA, imported to Vocal.)

Forgive me my escaping into fantasy and fiction;

The realities in life can be too much for me to bear.

And anyone who looks can see that you are my addiction

When my heart is breaking every day because you are not there.

The days and nights grow longer in the time between your kisses

And I cry myself to sleep when I’m without your sweet embrace.

But when you’re gone I fear that I’m the only one who misses

And that you are unaffected by the absence of my face.

So, if you ever wonder why I read and write so often

It is only to abate these fears and worries when they rage.

Your presence and your voice aside, the only things that soften

All the blades of pain inside me are the words upon a page.

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Michelle Truman AKA Maia Gadwall
Michelle Truman AKA Maia Gadwall

Written by Michelle Truman AKA Maia Gadwall

Michelle Truman lives in a small town in MO with her spouse, kid, and cats. She enjoys writing, crafting, painting, drawing, sculpting, and general creativity.

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I enjoyed your twist of the sonnet. It's a fine form for the expression of pain. Channeled. Cheers!

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All the blades of pain inside me are the words upon a page

Lovely poignant poem.

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