A Second Sonnet for NaPoWriMo
Looks like the theme this year for me is science-bumping sonnets.
A Measure of Fitness
Maybe this sonnet’s like a peacock’s tail,
Extravagant expenditure of time
And intellect to demonstrate the scale
Of what I can afford to waste on rhyme,
And maybe women somewhere somewhen read
My rhymes and dream that they might be my Muse
And comb my hair and bear my sons and weed
My garden, making bread while I produce
Another masterpiece of poetry.
Or fantasy. It’s lovers taught me not
To take myself or rhyme too seriously,
And not to give the future too much thought,
For rhymes and lovers both are now and here —
Or not — the trick is letting them appear.