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Five Ways to Write a Poem (Simple Sonnet)
by Paganini JonesAt eight words buzzed about my head in dreams:
I caught them in a net to show my Dad.
He helped me stack them pleasingly. We blew
and off they flew again, in clouds.
By ten we memorised a poem a week
at school: our teacher liked a quiet class.
Quiet rebel, I reshaped the verse to
please myself and found my voice.
At twelve our English teacher said that we
should write three pages on ecology;
Or if we liked, he joked, just write a verse
or two. That being easier, I did.
At (sweet!) sixteen the world seemed tough. I wrote
it down. And still I write. My hint? Just write. 04/15/2011 Author's Note: A simple, unrhymed sonnet, for the Sessions of sweet silent Thought circle.
Posted on 04/15/2011
Copyright © 2025 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/18/11 at 12:32 AM Even unrhymed this flows nicely. I like the age progression, especially what your dad and you did with the buzzing words. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 04/19/11 at 08:34 PM I particularly like the first four lines of this. |
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