ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Cheated a bit here, deciding on a sonnet, leaving out my middle name Samuel, I had Fourteen lines exactly, so that was that!

Acrostic Sonnet.
©Ron Boughton. Oct. ‘22
Relinquish thoughts of all those sonnets past
Of wordsmiths brilliance, in perfection penned,
Now I must struggle to write something classed
As fairish in the poets world to blend,
Like what I think, but then mental debate
Does then deliver not what I would choose
But something comes from inner conscious state
Oh yes, I see it now, It’s called the muse!
Undone are thoughts that may restrict the flow
Gone is direction, for the muse will greet
Hello to all, imaginations glow
There helping to achieve the poems beat,
Outclassed then are the stares, of a blank page,
Now job is done; the muse returns backstage.

Oh well done Ron - that is a superb effort and an extra + for using a defined poetry form. Most impressive

Oh wow, Ron, this is really clever - pat yourself on the back! We all know that flighty Muse who comes and goes - love the path she took you on with this acrostic sonnet!

Thanks so much Maureen and Catherine for the positive comments in your feedback.

Once again, one never knows where these homework tasks will lead.
Cheers
Ron

I agree, very clever Ron

You really set yourself a task with that one, and nailed it I reckon.

Cheer Mate

Terry

Thanks Terry,
I don’t really know where the idea of a sonnet came from, but when the fourteen line bit twigged, that settled it. Cheers
Ron

This is fantastic, Ron! A really imaginative use of the prompt. Lucky you - to have 14 lines to play with! (I counted - I only have 13!!)

Still thinking ...

Cheers
Shelley

Many thanks Shelley, but I think a bit of the credit can go to you, for stirring up the sonnet interest a while back.
And Thirteen lines, old Billy Shakespeare probably would have said: Ah what's in a line!
Cheers
Ron