The Student Athlete Academic Center Drop-in Writing Tutor
the passing athletes to come in and sit
with me. The door- that means "I cannot write"-
is why, each day, alone, I read. They hit
so hard, you'd think they have no fear, but no!
Like hoarding rodents stash and cache their grub,
their blatant need for help, they will not show.
A genie, I can't grant until they rub.
I wonder, the next time they went to train,
if on the sideline was set up a door,
perhaps it would connect inside their brains
a writing coach could also help them score.
But I am shy; these thoughts don't leave my slate.
The door, still open to invite. I wait.
I wrote this (as you probably guessed) while at work... because sometimes I don't have a whole lot to do. At first, I was convinced writing a sonnet would be a tough task; but actually, it was pretty easy. I'm not saying that what I wrote is any good, but putting together a sonnet while trying to incorporate all of the rules was way less difficult than I anticipated. Unless I totally messed up, which wouldn't be too surprising.
Does anyone have any suggestions for my sonnet? Are there any places the iambic pentameter is off? Do my metaphors make sense?
*Confession*
I'm always embarrassed to tell people I'm an English major. I usually just say I'm pre-law, because I really do plan on going to law school. However, I actually really enjoy some of these more artsy assignments (poetry writing, blogging, etc.) even though I'm not in the least an artsy person.
