Thoughts On the Classical Sonnet

I am firmly convinced the sonnet is the goddess Or, perhaps, the queen of verse in perfect timing, Fourteen exquisite lines of flowing metered stress Frequently in quatrains with alternate rhyming, The iambs march like rigid soldiers across the page Reading like classic poets supposed poetry sounds For centuries in poetry, sonnets were all the rage, To write the exceptional sonnet still confounds. The modern poets have largely abandoned her And turned to less formal forms of expression. The days of the well-tempered sonnet are a blur, Centuries have passed, but returns the impression The sonnet, in purest form, is making a comeback This sonnet, for example, awaiting critical feedback. written June 24, 2021