Hi NakedBear, I've put a few suggested fixes here -- though it seems like quite a bit, in reality they're small changes that mostly just repair your meter (which is slightly flawed but not at all fatal). I actually do find that the couplet rounds off the sonnet well -- the two parts of a sonnet that we talk about aren't always clear question-and-answer, they can be setup-and-resolution or even thesis-and-conclusion.
The sonnet is the perfect form for metapoetry -- poems about the poetic process itself. It's pretty much the pinnacle of form poetry, so it lends itself very nicely to commentary if it's done well. Thumbs up for the attempt, we'll make a sonneteer out of you yet
The sonnet is the perfect form for metapoetry -- poems about the poetic process itself. It's pretty much the pinnacle of form poetry, so it lends itself very nicely to commentary if it's done well. Thumbs up for the attempt, we'll make a sonneteer out of you yet

(03-10-2013, 03:24 PM)NakedBear Wrote: With this inform all critique
I now beseech your true critiques to flow
as many sudden rocks from mountain freed.
But, with one condition, if one I may impose: -- with one condition, if I may impose: -- fixed
That, ahead of hated words, love must lead, -- ahead of hated words, that love must lead
like the ox driver does his beastly charge, -- this line is problematic -- it starts on a trochee then heads all over the place -- I'll need to think a while on a possible replacement
who, not restrained, in town brings death and pain
yet yoked and chained can farmer’s yield enlarge! -- these two lines are excellent -- nice analogy, nice meter!
Or when diverted stones leave him unslain,
a thankful one who finds his soul then changed:
Potential filled; flowed in from life reprieved. -- this shouldn't be a full stop, as what follows is not a complete sentence but a run-on clause. A comma will probably do here
Filled not with voids and pains yet rearranged -- perhaps a comma after pains
by ox and rocks without some love conceived!
So, do tell me truths, hateful to my ear. -- So, tell me truths, though hateful to my ear
You must! Just be kind, if to you I’m dear. -- You must! Be kind, though, if you hold me dear.
It could be worse

