Write!

Just write it down, ignore the iambic line

The Tennysonian rhyme scheme and the verse

Which obnly places strictures on your thoughts

And makes the outcome doggerel or worse.

But how can I, when every time I think

Of writing down my thoughts, they always fall

Into blank verse themselves, and what is more

The rhymes are there without my aid at all.

Perhaps if I were stronger minded, they

Could all be brushed aside and I would find

True freedom in free verse and vistas new

Beyond the narrow confines of my mind.

          One day perhaps a new form will arrive

          But until then this sonnet will survive.

Brian Hick 2009

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