ON THE SONNET
I wander into wonder as I write,
For setting pen to paper I invite
The Muse to waft me into a new world
Where unimagined visions are unfurled.
It’s only by my pacing down this line
That I discover where my thoughts incline,
Notions revealed as I move rhyme to rhyme,
Sometimes pedestrian, sometimes sublime—
And here I turn, according to the form,
If following the shape of Shakespeare’s norm,
Though couplets were not normally his mode;
Still, I find them a challenge and a goad
As, no doubt, Alexander Pope once did:
But now, farewell, as I complete this grid.