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
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