It’s been a long while,
and there’s a reason for that
I don’t write sonnets;
well, I don’t write that many,
no more than one a leap year.
It’s been a long while,
and there’s a reason for that
I don’t write sonnets;
well, I don’t write that many,
no more than one a leap year.
Never again seen,
by man or woman alike:
farewell to Sonnets! 😞
In the wee small hours
when all good people do sleep
a poem did creep.
It crept all around
seeking a place to gestate
into a sonnet.
However, when pushed,
the poem just decided
to be three haiku.