I edited this poem to achieve a consistent syllable count of 7 syllables per line. I am not sure if this will allow it to slip through the hoop of the Sonnet form. At any rate it was an interesting and unexpected exercise derived from this contest.
//There is nothing in this world that can trouble you as much as your own thoughts."// A Penny For Your Thoughts So he wandered deep in thought naked ‘midst the dreams he sought knowledge gleaned from ancient tomes lacking truth of self-turned stones There amid the silent din thought of things unknown to him saw the break of reason’s day logic freed from feet of clay Old ideal’s proven weak withering in coat meek listening to howling doubt’s empty melancholy shouts Those that paid the penny price found his thoughts not always nice. 3/17/2015 submitted to – A Penny For Your Thoughts – poetry contest sponsor – Sara Kendrick
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