The Sonnet
I sought to compose an imprudent poem
And started to draw on the blank paper
Words in transparent foliage
That took on the shape of weeping dew.
I wished to disobey the rule,
Institute an unruly troop,
Not to house feelings of stone,
Nor even listen to balanced peace.
I wanted to, but could not compose
Verses in metrified lines
Using named decasyllables.
Among lines with alternating rhymes,
Is born, with the imprudence as sung
Not a poem, but rather a Sonnet!
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2011
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