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Sonnet 2

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2006/12/01
Sonnet 2 

A hundred poems in just as many days
And I'll be choosing sonnets for my form.
I know, don't tell me: sonnets aren't the craze.
Then too, I've never catered to the norm.

For now, it feels too good to be cut loose,
So let these rigid lines serve as restraint.
I don't intend that as some poor excuse.
It's just that what this seems to be, it ain't.

I'll swing back later on to get my things
But otherwise I don't expect to stay,
Not now that they have given me my wings.

The final word I leave, I won't repeat.
I gave my love and meant it yesterday.
Goodbye, my friend. I'm back out on the street.
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  1. maggie said, on 2008/08/16 at 15:59 
    I'll not be choosing sonnets for my form
without the others being there as well,
the one most apropos thereby to quell
before her body's even gone lukewarm
while yet unleashing voices in a storm
of chaos tightly wrapped in nature's spell
(driven through death's utmost random hell)
until retrained to take real as the norm.

It isn't. Never could have been. And yet
such things get thought, get said, get written down,
get taught, get advocated fiercely for,
get sold, get preached, get died for in the war
to benefit our legacy's renown —
that word God said we were not to forget.
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  2. maggie said, on 2020/10/16 at 11:03

    I’ll swing back later on to get my things.
    Otherwise I don’t expect to stay
    where I’m unwanted longer than the day.
    I’ll stick around for dinner’s offerings,
    otherwise I don’t expect to stay.
    I’ll swing back later on to get my things.

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