Yes, I've written two thousand of these sonnets. Maybe a bit more because I think I miscounted a couple times. It's been almost ten years since I wrote my one thousandth, which happened to coincide with my graduation from college. These things that I started writing just to make myself feel more at home with iambic pentameter for my webcomic, Venia's Travels, have become an unlikely marker of my existence, a set of milestones for my life. So I guess I won't stop now.
Usually they're completely off the cuff. This one I decided to do a rough draft of in my notebook which I revised. But all of it was done, start to finish, yesterday. I wrote the rough draft on the trolley and then edited it and recorded the video at SDSU.
Sonnet 2000
Complete complexions carry pimple marks
There days we reckon later wouldn't chart
The twinkling stars a bitter comet parked
With nervous lungs, the swimmers wouldn't start
A brace of cars conversed with sleeping steel
Each clutched its little beast of fragile flesh
They knew it all before the age unsealed
They saw at dusk the first despoiled catch
A fist of fish redeemed the wayward pole
It took a month to make the swimmers come
The bitter, battered crab was not the goal
To rise to glory, girls forethink thy sum
As sure as summer swallows yearly fall
Thou must rebuild the common shopping mall
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