Revolting, as the eyes might bear resemblance to his distinctive veiled feeling
Often masked with a charming delicate smile, he lives in despondence, went astray.
Melancholy for his deserted feelings, lovelorn however the truth it conceals.
Yet he never fails to carry out the responsibilities, perhaps it has been noticing,
Clearly discreet to some. And for some, customs are build upon fate, fortune as it say.
Like the King, regardless of his potential, ascendancy of ancestry is a true convention.
Not everybody is taught to have such great standards and still cannot become a whizz.
The statement carried tons of unanswered questions, sounded iffy, resonated, all day.
It all seem empty, plight surrounding the very household quietly curbed out in a week,
Since the dark clouds hovering over the town saw little rays of hope. As clear as it is.
Tough choice, but kudos to a great decision, oblique.
~an impromptu poem (curtal sonnet) for #NaPoWriMo day 16
Prompt Day 16: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a curtal sonnet. This is a variation on the classic 14-line sonnet. The curtal sonnet form was developed by Gerard Manley Hopkins, and he used it for what is probably his most famous poem, “Pied Beauty.” A curtal sonnet has eleven lines, instead of the usual fourteen, and the last line is shorter than the ten that precede it. Here are two other examples of Hopkins’ curtal sonnets: “Ash Boughs,” and “Peace.” https://www.napowrimo.net/day-sixteen-9/
This is my first try on the curtal sonnet, very interesting as it sounds and definitely I tried to follow the rhyme scheme and stumbled a little, although it was fun. The poem is an excerpt of one of my long tale written in a poetic way however I managed to modify a little just to match the rhyme scheme. It talks about a royal engagement and how the prince gets rejected several times until he finds his match. It is all about judgmental behavior of the town and how one individual is expected to carry out the same duties and is expected to behave the same like carrying the tradition of their ancestors. Certainly, one could make out taking a note from my poem. I will try to upload the entire poem later. Hope you’ll enjoy!
The passionate learner 