Sunday, December 28, 2014


         An “expository sonnet” sounds perverse:
         That poetry whose business is to sing
         Should have mere information to disburse
         Though duded out with garish vocal bling
         Is an affront to ancient sonneteers
         Revered for heartfelt yearnings, eloquent
         Expostulations filled with tears and fears
         Or celebrations of love’s merriment;
         And yet to use this lyric mode provokes
         New notions through a serendipity
         That strangely and amazingly uncloaks
         What otherwise I’d have no way to see:
              So please excuse, for revelation’s sake,
              These liberties with lyric’s norms I take.