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Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Sonnet CLV

I’ve just wrung out my hundred-fifty-fourth.
As much as Shakespeare wrote. How proud I feel!
Persistence, stubbornness – these got me here.
And now – I wonder – dare I write some more?

Perhaps I’ll stop tomorrow. End this war.
I’ll end this war of strange ideas and greed.
I’ve written tons. I’ve got that great Bard beat.
But still I write. I write until I’m sore.

Why do I write? Specifically, why these?
Why sonnets - difficult, and bratty too?
And why so many? What’s the urgent need?

I wish I knew. When answers come to be,
I’ll know the very first I’ll tell is you:
when finished, both of us need remedies!

1 comment:

  1. So...I used very short phrases to indicate my impatience and literally "short" temper. Also, the beginning of every line is capitalized until the last line, indicating a breather of sorts - my "remedy" - finishing my sonnets.

    I wrote this one just now because I realized today that Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets and this one, my 155th, has just passed his amount!

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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