This is why I love the Brisbane sonnet: I’ve never heard of it before. Sure, we all know of Shakespearean sonnets or Petrarchans or Elizabethans—but what the heck is a Brisbane sonnet?
A Brisbane sonnet, like every sonnet, has 14 lines; the difference being that it is composed of two sestets (i.e., stanzas with six lines) and one couplet (two lines). (By the by, I have to remember to finish that glossary to make things easier for everyone. NaNoWriMo happens. Sorry for the delay.) It follows an easy-enough ABCABC DEFDEF GG rhyme pattern, and is usually written in iambic pentameter. (WTF is ‘iambic pentameter’?)
Funny how time does not move in this place—
And along with it, the pain and the hate,
Such as those I have accrued in the years.
Yet it seems as though time still moves apace,
As I stand here in the fog to await—
Whichever, whomever: my greatest fears.
Funny, really, how I feel naught of hurt,
Yet feel whichever, whatever eat at my soul;
How I hear naught, see naught, but I yearn to, aught.
T’was a hoot, this dream—be that a comfort—
But even that notion of notions cannot console,
As I gain nothing, earn nothing I ought.
I feel my bones tense; I see the haze clear;
T’was then I noticed the roll of leaves fleer.