(sonnet attempt # XLII)
XLII
Fans frequently are fickle folk, I find.
Forever so demanding, though they praise;
Impossible to please, to my dismay.
To earn their approbation I'm inclined:
A never-ending weary task behind
Which but eventually I fall, to raise
My head, discovering...alas! that they
Depart, amusement elsewhere thus in mind.
For efficacious flattery so fluent
There's none can beat in that so snaring ploy:
Sincerity assured with good intent,
They "butter-up" and thereby they destroy....
For giddy with applause, I lose my sense,
And do most anything to it enjoy!
16/25Feb11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2011 00:57
- Comment from author about the poem: So I thought I'd better compose.....okay, a sonnet.....on....what? The first line came and I played with it, struggling out of the octave into the sestet. Have I fans? I dunno. What a bold thought. I only know some praise me, and intoxicated, I fall eventually.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
This poem makes me your fan! The first line is such good alliteration! Lovely!
Yeah, probably my only use of alliteration thus far...I confess myself terribly fond of that first line too, feeling finally I had accomplished something, hahaha! Thanks for your friendly comment and approbation!
Interesting poem!!!
Thank you very much!
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