The Architecture of a Sonnet

I’m more of a composer.

The words rush through my mind like: electrons in a circuit;

a glut of gore from the wound of weakness; a torrent of insanity from the beer head.

And then I have to stop.

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Breathe.

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That’s the most difficult part-

having to discipline and arrange thoughts to create art.

Creating rhyme?

It takes time

and time is what you (nor I) do not have.

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So let the words ooze- let them boil with thought.

Let the words dance through your veins and circulate your body.

Then throw them together, give them more clout and

etch them onto whatever is near- paper, wall, table or skin.

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Let your words clog somebody’s arteries.

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Filed under Things that are going on inside my head right now

4 responses to “The Architecture of a Sonnet

  1. Great poetry becky! And great little blog too… write as well. Keep it up 🙂

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