The latest one…

here, I began with some notes a few weeks ago:

First one word then two…..
The pressure of an eon, can it bring……

Form Creates pressure. pressure creates diamonds.
Form limits, but limits create pressure.

and pressure creates good stuff.
Particularly with sonnets:

You are forced to get a better education
simply by the act of writing them.

And next the blankverse:

At first one word then two like rivulets
That wear away a mountain. Time itself–
The pressure of an eon–it can bring
Perfection. Though it presses down. Transforms

Itself in ways of mystery. It’s form
Creates such pressure. On so commonplace
A thing as coal, transformative, creates
A diamond fine and rare. And so with words,

A form may limit, but unlimited
Can be the pressure it exerts upon
So commonplace a thing as these I write.
As such, the queen of all Poetic forms,
Wherein her pressure, educating me
And opens up my mind to all her grace.

And then, the final version, with all its rhyming structure and additional restrictions as I so enjoy.

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