Sunday, January 26, 2014


    Why must you take such pains to write a verse
    When you could say more easily in prose
    Whatever’s in your mind you would disburse
    In less time than a poem takes to compose?

    The reason that I write is to find out
    What’s hidden in my mind I want to say
    That only metered verse can bring about
    And only finding rhymes can show the way.

    There’s magic in the web a sonnet weaves
    That catches passing thoughts and fixes them
    In patterns that the rhythmic mind conceives
    And no enchanted auditors condemn.

         Besides all that, this motive may explain:
         What’s said in verse stays better in your brain.