And so I sing a sonnet
To help me find my voice
I sound better wearing a bonnet?
Not that I was ever given a choice
I am short some syllables
To keep the verse to form
Not meaning to be inimical
My efforts do not scorn
Slay the frogs in my throat
So my words are fresh as dew
No heroes fording the moat
Don’t want to be last to meet you
Because every great poet
Is inspired by a muse–
I’m running long I know it
Poetic guidelines I refuse!
Let me be steadfast to the table
Please no leftovers for me
I can plead that I am able
To write on behalf of thee!
Dear reader you inspire
I will continue to sing my song
Of my histrionics you may tire
I bear gifts and mean you no wrong
And so I wrecked this sonnet
Just to prove my point
That with poetics I am always on it
Because inspiration on me you anoint
The Space Between Me and You 