Bad Sonnet After a Sleepless Night

I am not very scrupulous writing
These little sonnets. It’s enough to count
Syllables without the rhythm fighting.
A mental exercise of no real account,
I try to get the rhymes right and the lines
lined up as they should be. And if I say
something that rings true, we’ll all be surprised,
I could write odes to nature every day,
What epics does the high, bright sky demand?
The rapid-flying undetermined clouds?
In my eyes, what they do, they are, is grand.
Over the farmer’s pond, the field that’s plowed
Here a moment, reforming, floating on
The changing sky is nature’s best poem.

14 thoughts on “Bad Sonnet After a Sleepless Night

  1. Wow! You really nailed that – I love the line “It’s enough to count Syllables without the rhythm fighting.” I feel that often. I hope tomorrow is a better day!

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