Son of Sonnets

emotions start to drip into a thought all my thoughts eventually are caught the drops collect and melt into a stream soon the stream births life into a dream streams then flow and now become a river they cultivate a fertile life giver rivers now in time will rhyme into a dam the pressure builds until I know I can the dams collect the pieces of my life a release the thing avoiding my strife waves now break in organized commotion then bursting into a vast deep ocean oceans met the stars and made the comets comets fathered me, the son of sonnets 20 May 2016