How To write a Sonnet
A miracle of birth; I see one word,
“ring`ed”, appear upon my pristine page.
Like angel sent, he mumbles, barely heard;
a fluttering of wings becomes my sage.
“I am not made of steel”, I hear him say.
“Your magic ring; it must be made of brass”.
My bonnet; let it tilt as I sashay
and grab the circled gem as we fly past.
And as his nostrils flare; we gallop ’round.
Calliope , he sounds; we sing and turn.
My pen is one much twisted `fore he bounds;
escapes my inner critic; burns and churns.
For love of form, the freedom may be torn;
But from my heart a poem may be born.