THE SONNET GAME II
Now here we go, to find out what’s to say,
A practice that I follow every day,
A kind of dialogue between the form
And matter, making new ideas swarm.
The fun is in my wit’s discovery
Of something that would never come to be
Without, ironically, the form’s constraints,
Enough to try the patience of wise saints.
And yet the form compels me to dig deep
To where appropriate notions lie asleep
In the repository of my mind
From which emerging sense can be designed.
Though this may seem an odd and tedious ploy,
Well played, this process leads at last to joy.