WRITE AND SEE
You might think my invoking of the Muse
Is just another way I have to snooze,
Reposing in my half-cocked easy chair,
Eyes lowered in a dull, half-lidded stare.
Before long, though, a line begins to form
Establishing this poem’s metric norm,
And shortly afterwards the rhyme scheme’s set,
A strict exigency that must be met.
A sonnet, by this time, must take a turn
As both the poet and the reader learn
The covert motive driving on this poem
That doesn’t know itself till it comes home,
For writing verse promotes discovery
As what remained implicit we now see.