It’s not as though there’s nothing new to say
And that in writing poems I’ve said it all,
As I have demonstrated every day
By answering my eager Muse’s call,
For sitting, musing, much comes to my mind,
New themes and novel topics to explore
From which a sonnet’s form may be designed
To say what I have never said before.
Each poem begun becomes an eager quest
To find how sound and sense may best cohere,
And when they do, I feel profoundly blessed
As what I’m aiming to find out grows clear.
The couplet at the end serves to conclude
‘Twixt night and day, my morning’s interlude.