World is the sole creative art

Sow seeds before green garden ye savour, Eat fruits of toil and sweat only thy own, Quote no quotes often chewed, void of flavour, No garden goes green, not by hard toil grown. Be it an insight, brainwave as never, One’s own muse is most inspiring maid known. For long man, who’s forbidden fruits desired, Goes on a wander lust such fruits to fish, Why the Garden of Eden is admired, Why things proscribed go for greater relish. It is no sin to get by greats inspired If you add your own, cook not someone’s dish. World is the sole piece of creative art, The rest is inspired, all of it or part. _______________________ Sonnet |03.03.2009, revised Feb 2025| Note: This sonnet does not follow the Pythagorean divide between the octave and sestet commonly found in sonnets, but an equal one followed by a couplet resolving the premise.