Sonnet That Loves To Sing

A little song1 that loves with self to speak, A fourteen-line flourish fetching a form, Each exquisitely crafted, each so sleek, A far cry still if fourteen forge a norm. Royal court born, her folksy grace shows keen, In dancing harmony her lines advance— Showing her roots Italian, French romance, Love's alchemy when depicts shades of green. Her synchrony still is no one-wing bird, What six be to eight, eight be to her whole, In-between may come Volta and her soul, And mystified does nod the reading world. A short poem so prime, all through alive, It blossoms, all her fourteen birds when strive. ____________________________________________________ 1. Sonnet comes from Italian Sonneto, meaning little song or sound. Sonnets began their journey as a song of love. ____________________________________________________ Sonnets | 10.10.2017 |