Silence overtaken by raucous speech
Threatening the peace of innermost thought
I wonder if consensus we could reach
But sadly it may yet be all for naught
Inconsequential to one's daily life
The sound can often simply be ignored
But one of ignorance is one of strife
So perhaps it would not be untoward
For one to reach a state of accordance
Learn to enjoy the symphonic ringing
That pervades the world with fervent cadence
Listen to the madness clearly saying
Thou art but a drop in life's own waters
Ephemeral as all but thine bothers

I had naught to say that didn’t feel as though it had been, or would have been, already covered. In a desire to contribute something to the class more than meager interest, I decided to write a sonnet about… sound? This was done not to be cheap, but to see the process of writing a sonnet and possibly divine why it was popular at more than one time in history. From what I’ve experienced, it isn’t precisely simple to write about what you intend to, the necessity of writing exactly 140 syllables in a specific pattern of rhyming line endings was odd, to say the least. Some of the lines were surprisingly easy to write, while others took upwards of ten minutes; with practice, I can imagine that this form of writing would come easily, but I can see the appeal of not just writing, but reading sonnets. Feeling the rhythm and pulse, planning what you will write, trying to avoid backing yourself into a corner with obscure rhymes. Consuming sonnets is a slightly different experience- the short nature of sonnets allows one to quickly read and digest them, but the requirement of rhyming certain lines can add to the complexity of the piece, making them more alluring to those who want to think through their entertainment.