Sonnet II. Bardic musing after waking up from a daytime sleep
By the street side, in a nook, let me think of many things.
In the mountains, by a brook, I endured the rite for kings.
By the knighthood of my soul, I pursued unusual quests.
Though I pressed on for the goal, did I pass or fail the tests?
In a planet small and blue, I regard the cosmic plight.
With a heart sublime and true, I uphold the cause of Light.
Am I saint or warrior class? Am I sage or vagabond?
Am I gold or made of brass? Am I glass or diamond?
In the corner of a room, let me think and pass the time.
I defy both age and doom, past my youth and past my prime.
Let me pull a trick or two or await a miracle.
Let the seasons come and go and engulf my debacle.
I am prince by right of birth, Shakespeare and Isaiah said.
Let my sorrows drown in mirth for I am the fateful kid.
— Jose Rizal M. Reyes / August 16, 2016
Rhyme scheme: aabbccdd eeffgg with a similar internal rhyming at midlines
Sonnet type: Larry Eberhart’s Nevada Couplets
Meter type: royal trochaic heptameter
This poem wasn’t intended as a sonnet. I wanted it to be regarded as a quatorzain (meaning, a 14-line poem ). But I changed my mind later on and included it as the second sonnet in my Ten Thousand and One sonnet writing project.