Thursday, November 03, 2011

Rich, Delicious Sonnets

I'm sorry that I haven't written you
A poem lately, but I've been away --
I'm still away now, though I mustn't stay,
And maybe I'll be home soon. If it's true
That poetry will be my Waterloo,
Let's eat some Belgian chocolates from a tray
And when we count the fourteenth, we can say
This is a rich, delicious sonnet, too.

Neither in pride nor in humility
I offer what I have: these fourteen lines
Of random thoughts with neither brains nor spines
(That's why profusion comes, as if the sea
Spewed forth ridiculous disharmony),
Ideas, concepts, unevolved designs.