Five Ways to Write a Poem (Simple Sonnet)

by Paganini Jones

At 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.


Author's Note: A simple, unrhymed sonnet, for the Sessions of sweet silent Thought circle.

Posted on 04/15/2011
Copyright © 2020 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.

Return to the Previous Page

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2020 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)