I wrote this sonnet about Lost for a longer joke I was going to do about me selling some poetry to try and raise money for an iPad. But the joke wasn’t that good, and I really shouldn’t be begging for money here. I should probably stop whining about how much the iPad costs and just buy it.
But anyway, here is a sonnet in (somewhat — I think I missed a few places) iambic pentameter from the point-of-view of Sun on Lost:
As I, upon this wind-swept island wait
For him, my rough-classed strong Korean man,
I wonder if he’s reached some ill-sung fate,
Or gotten lost in time, just like that Dan.
A monster swarms beneath these tropic trees,
A black cloud of dark, chatt’rin’ sound and sight,
Some magic flows from Hatch to Swan to seas,
Some wall that blocks us from an ocean flight.
But I here wait to see my husband’s face,
Among the ruined stones and bright white sand.
Though I know not what happens in this place,
I’ll be here waiting long as I can stand.
I’ve lied and threatened, known my share of sin,
But I returned here, searching for my Jin.
Posted on Monday, April 12th, 2010 at 10:24 pm. Filed under general.