Things in life evolve. I, now uncaught on
Detail, resolve that haiku, when planned more
Strictly, will not break a single thought on
Separate lines. On the other hand, for

Sonnets, great shrines more strict, more pursuing
Sound; the stricture of both could recombine
With pressure when mixed together. Doing
Round numbers of haiku, would misalign

Within a sonnet. It makes me sigh, too;
For, on my honor, I’d cry if that myth
Were true. Instead, there must be eight haiku
To see it through; and then I combat with

Four pale sounds. And its sextet, for a
Tail, sports “etcetera, etcetera.”

Or should you?

Lately, I’ve been wondering if I should destroy one short humorous poem in particular.  If anything I’ve written ever becomes of any concern to anyone, eventually someone will get around to digging up that damned thing. Continue reading →

I don’t write free verse these days.  Free verse is just prose.  Prose with poetic bent, to be sure, but still prose.  Less form? Less function.  Continue reading →

There is no question but that the act of writing sonnets forces one to advance one’s education.  Continue reading →

Lately, I have taken to writing sonnets based upon works in other forms that I have written over the years.  For the time being, I have, here and there, been doing this from memory; however, I’ll probably dig some of them up in due course.