The world of the sonnet is a wide and varied one.
Hal
"If the brain were so simple we could understand
it, we would be so simple we couldn't."
--Lyall Watson
Halvard Johnson
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On Sep 16, 2006, at 9:05 PM, Kasper wrote:
> I've been wondering, why do you call these poems sonnets?
>
> On 16/09/06, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> Autumnal Sonnet
>>
>> An undesecrated flag flew over the ballpark, where outfielders
>> napped and baserunners took desperate chances. Such talent
>> as that had not been seen since the beginning of the eclipse.
>>
>> Opportunity stood on our doorstep, hand raised to knock. Embryo-
>> genesis, our middle name. No-fly zones at the ready in the backyard.
>> All sorts of guys came by for drinks, or looking for free hand-outs.
>>
>> Among the missing, we were always at a loss for something to say,
>> something at least sympathetic, if not moreso. A designer
>> of aloha shirts camped on the median strip across from the end
>>
>> of our driveway. "Will work for food" said his sign. Some said his
>> parents had married for love, but none could have known for sure.
>> Youngsters congregated in the front yard, choosing up sides.
>>
>> We older folk kicked back in the bleachers, basking in the early
>> October sun, taking our game to higher levels than ever before.
>>
>>
>>
>> Hal
>>
>> Halvard Johnson
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