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.

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