when i write a love sonnet i want it to be about love and not just ancient alcoves metered to a tailored rhyme stirring depths of who we aren't. i want so much to see your hate transform, in flicks of pleasure rise to meet entwined our loving of each other's source of love seeded even in a waste remake the vital bloom display what meaning pours the vision: this is it another meaning we can live for sing for
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10.8.2013-11.5.2015
this is written in the understanding that the italian word, 'sonetto' literally means 'little love song,' from sonet, 'song' and sonus, 'sound'
i love traditional sonnets; but in my urge to formalize i rediscover self, and bridge some gap unknown... i find i'm unable to maintain the prior goal, or edit further to a symmetry.Β Β whether by indolence or sincerity, my plea to formalists is to bear with as i fail to hone the craft; to informalists, please excuse the use of ancient forms as a gateway through the modern.