... I'm not sure what's allowed. I tried to respond to two prompts
with one poem: write a sonnet, and write about the frailty of human
effort:
Ephemeral Sonnet
We write on water, we poets. Most of
us. Some write on sand, brief calligraphy
for seagulls, shore-birds and the slow inev-
itable tide. A few write to stain the sea,
so intense, the color of their ink salts
the words of their inheritors years
beyond their own decline. It's not their fault
that rules and ideologies emerge
poem by innocent poem. Some writers
strive to obscure the mysterious; some try
to reveal the obvious. Some are rhymers;
some are not. Some leap at the chance to fly.
In hopes they will endure, some write their odes
on stone. Stone is hard. But even stone erodes.
Not as fun as Halvard's -- but is it a sonnet? If not, what must I do
to make it one?
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~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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