Sunday, October 18, 2015


                    There’s magic in the web of formal verse:
                    A sonnet, say, will almost write itself;
                    The meter and the rhyme scheme soon disburse,
                    As if delivered by a fay or elf,
                    Whatever matter’s necessary for
                    The trope or notion that you have in mind:
                    For themes pedestrian or those that soar,
                    This kind of verse is readily designed.
                    It’s true, though, that your mind must be prepared,
                    Well stocked with sundry terms and turns of phrase,
                    So rhyming words may be so aptly paired
                    That every auditor you might amaze.
                         Or if it’s not so easy as I say,
                         You should devise to make it seem that way.