To boost the beauty of sonnets

Let that myth die that rhymes freedom refrain, That, grammar a sonnet’s sweetness fetter, That, pen’s creativity they constrain, Nay, they add to their beauty, scarce deter. The metre that appears to restrain, In truth, entices a sonnet to sing, For, where would pleasure be if there’s no pain? To autumn’s ache owes the splendour of spring. Strings get tuned only when chords suffer strain, A sonnet, when goes through its tests of fire, Ah heaven-sent blessing they all, no bane, Rhymes boost sonnet’s spell much like temple’s spire, Let no lyrics claim free reign of a crown, Lest their free will pull the poesy down. ___________________________________________ Sonnet |10.06.2024| poetry, poesy