I would love to write the perfect sonnet,
each line having exactly five stressed beats,
so when pretentious old critics read it,
they'd admire me for performing such feats.
The rhyme pattern, of course, would be perfect,
my voice and tone would be engaging, too,
and those who read it would have to admit,
it was far better than they'd ever do.
But in the end I'd rather write something
if not quite perfect, still perfectly true,
......
My mural is my expansive heart
Tall and wide
and oddly shaped
Primed
Unsacred
Unfinished
Covered in sticky handprints, smudges.
Chipped and dented.
I didn’t dare to or care to remove them
......
My mural is my expansive heart
Tall and wide
and oddly shaped
Primed
Unsacred
Unfinished
Covered in sticky handprints, smudges.
Chipped and dented.
I didn’t dare to or care to remove them
......
I would love to write the perfect sonnet,
each line having exactly five stressed beats,
so when pretentious old critics read it,
they'd admire me for performing such feats.
The rhyme pattern, of course, would be perfect,
my voice and tone would be engaging, too,
and those who read it would have to admit,
it was far better than they'd ever do.
But in the end I'd rather write something
if not quite perfect, still perfectly true,
......