Heroic Crown of Sonnets (Another Activity)

[Truerenigma]

So does this mean that anyone can try off any last line and the first suitable one goes in or are you having people sign up?

Yeah, I was just thinking about that—the only issue is not waiting for a "suitable one", because we can always work together to bring it on track through editing—the problem is having multiple people writing for the same part in the sequence at the same time. I imagine it would be pretty disappointing if you spent a thousand hours on your sonnet—only to find that someone else has already taken your spot.

I don't want there to be a selection process where people are "submitting" poems to be "chosen"—it will have to either be first come, first serve -or- we will just have to have people start signing up and start a list.

Personally, I think the first come first serve way will be more active, interesting, and exiting. I don't think we will be overrun with people fighting for a spot—the people here would participate are pretty reasonable, and if someone else gets there first, you can just write the next one.

100 post minimum hereby in effect. anyone who has a sonnet ready first can start.

The worst thing that happens is we have /too many/ sonnets?

To avoid confusion, I would like to mention that the minimum is actually 50 posts to participate, as posted in the rules. Of course if you do not meet feedback requirements, or follow the rules elsewhere, moderators and administrators probably won't allow you to participate.

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All Our Yesterdays

i.

So this is how we enter, as the clock ticks,
into a lifetime of fragility.
Come quick, small child! Your heart is but a chick's
small squeaks; your wings are barely feathered. See,
the steel-clawed beast in smock and apron gear
won't harm your molded head. This violent day
will fade. Don't turn to crawl back from the fear
of numbered clocks that beep your heart away—
into cold night, in bed with mother moon,
as brief as ice drips from the cycle—strife
will end as scrapbook pages turn. So soon
you will grow old! The brevity of life
will strike you grey; yet pictures line the wall,
to tell the story from when first you crawled.