As I wrote yesterday, each day I'll be completing a different writing exercise, all with the idea of improving myself as a writer and experimenting with new forms and methods. Today, I was to write a sonnet. I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope you enjoy it!
For breakfast I had naught but eggs
They left me hungry, being only two
I sit wistfully gazing at my coffee's dregs
Tis a lie to say that I'm not blue.
And worse, I've gone and smoked my last cigarrette cigarette
Woke up late, this day's started poor
From here can it improve? I wouldn't bet
I shall remain hungry, hoping for more.
A good friend once told me to stay hungry
For hunger is the prime mover of all
Without it we'd never've left those idyllic trees
Hunger for the apple gave rise to the fall.
Hunger is humbling yet makes us bold,
Reaching for the fruits we would so anxiously hold.
...sees much and knows much