“How To Write A Sonnet” (2)

“a magic song is soft and full of sighs”

The miracle of birth when words do sing.
Their hungry mouths are round from out their shell.
Stout voices from the nest may try their wings;
newborns and rocking horses may rebel.

“I am not made of steel”, the riddle plays:
“A magic song is soft and full of sighs”.
My bonnet, as it tilts and then sashays,
I grab the golden ring before it flies.

And as his nostrils flare; we gallop round.
Calliope’d,  his pipes now spin and turn.
My pen becomes a dagger ‘fore he bounds;
escapes the inner critic ‘fore he burns.

For love of form, my freedom cannot scorn
so from the heart a sonnet, sure, is borne.

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One Comment on ““How To Write A Sonnet” (2)”

  1. things and flesh
    May 8, 2017 at 7:35 pm #

    This is certainly true


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