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Scraps and scribbles from 1960 - 2015 |
| A poem is said to be a sonnet When fourteen lines are writ upon it. Filling paper with mere words and phrases Compels a reader to quick turn pages. Writing my sonnet with meter and rhyme, A craft it 'tis embedded in time. Nothing enticing is scribbled on here, Just pithy words to make lines appear. Fourteen phrases must comprise a sonnet; A line abuzz - a bee in bonnet Swiftly flitting about to end this rhyme. Are you not glad 'tis finally time? Ah writer-beware! Two more required lines- Now THIS describes my ending quite fine! Form Information ▶︎ References ▶︎ Award Information ▶︎ |