Tiny Bubbles: An Appreciation. (It’s an amateur sonnet!)
No matter the weather: sun, snow or rain
Every party or program improves quick
With a glass, cup or tall flute of champagne
But careful: don’t drink too much and get sick.
Effervescent gold gets up in your nose
Tiny bubbles that can tickle or hurt
The happiness starts way down in your toes
So delicious, don’t save it for dessert
Call it champagne, prosecco or cava
Doesn’t matter as long as you have it
When the bottle’s done, bring on the java
Or better still open another split!
Songs have been written about it for years
I’m going to go find a glass right now. Cheers!
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August 2nd, 2010 at 4:37 pm
Very nice. The sonnet, I mean. Tiny bubbles have been known to put me on my fanny awfully fast.
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Alyson says:
August 2nd, 2010 at 5:02 pm
Indeed. But it was hard enough for me to do the a/b/a/b c/d/c/d rhyming thing that I couldn’t introduce: drunken fool, bedecked with drool, fall on your kiester, ruin Easter, etc. It was getting too hard.
August 2nd, 2010 at 5:18 pm
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Nicely done!
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Alyson says:
August 2nd, 2010 at 6:10 pm
Oh, you are too kind. I feel like there are some people/entities I must thank….Did you know there’s such a thing as an on-line rhyming dictionary??
August 2nd, 2010 at 5:59 pm
Wow! I’m impressed. A sonnet! I could never write a sonnet.
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Alyson says:
August 2nd, 2010 at 6:12 pm
I’m not ready to wrestle Shakespeare’s crown as the Bard (or whatever) away from him….thanks to those nice people at Wikipedia, who reminded me of my high school English teachers’ instructions about sonnets, quatrains, couplets, iambic pentameter, etc. It’s been a looooong time.
August 2nd, 2010 at 9:56 pm
The keister/Easter pairing would have made it a home run, Alyson! 🙂
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Alyson says:
August 3rd, 2010 at 7:36 am
Will have to keep better recall of my audience when I next write a sonnet. Should have realized that would have been the best couplet of the piece. As I work on my haikus, cinquains and limericks I’ll be more senstive to my readers’ needs for debauchery and such. 🙂
August 2nd, 2010 at 11:15 pm
Great poem. Makes me wanna pop a bottle (of apple cider, LOL, got some in the fridge right now).
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August 3rd, 2010 at 3:05 am
Nicely done, and very impressive! Written like a true made man. Or is it enforcer? This new terminology is really messing me up.
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August 3rd, 2010 at 12:54 pm
I feel like I should start reciting this at weddings. So good!
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August 7th, 2010 at 2:17 am
Alyson, great work! It always amazes me how many writers say they use sonnets as a WARM-up, as in “Before I write every day I bang out a sonnet.” I, on the other hand, need a week’s vacation after writing a sonnet. Anyway, I love the closing couplet and the second stanza best…next time, you might give yourself a break on the rhyme scheme AND the strict syllable count, like “Sonnet” by Billy Collins:
All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now,
and after this one just a dozen
to launch a little ship on love’s storm-tossed seas,
then only ten more left like rows of beans.
How easily it goes unless you get Elizabethan
and insist the iambic bongos must be played
and rhymes positioned at the ends of lines,
one for every station of the cross.
But hang on here wile we make the turn
into the final six where all will be resolved,
where longing and heartache will find an end,
where Laura will tell Petrarch to put down his pen,
take off those crazy medieval tights,
blow out the lights, and come at last to bed.