“I will obey the rules, this time.”
Sonnet Number One
Restraint is duly the forsaken course
For feral actions are survivals row
Eat or be eaten simple rules of flow
The unencumbered mind reflects the source
The wild wordsmith will bellow until hoarse
It bucks and kicks, reviles form, writes, defies
Narration due adjudicating eyes
It romps and rants, and resists when trends blow
Corralled, trussed, bridled, broken, brought to post
A wagon full of words, are hitched, then pitched
A nimble cantor invokes Wordsworth’s ghost
Dressages tended, fancy silks are stitched
I jog the sequence once held in disdain
And don the saddle with hopes for acclaim
© Ted Washington 2009
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Hey very nice blog!!….I’m an instant fan, I have bookmarked you and I’ll be checking back on a regular….See ya 🙂
I‘m sure many of you are like me and one of the first things you do in the morning is head here and check out the new post. Along with seeing the new posts, I’m also always checking out the blog roll rss feed and watching them grow, or shrink sometimes. In one of my past …but all in all excellent site. Keep it up!
Just wanted to drop you a line to say, I enjoy reading your site. I thought about starting a blog myself but don’t have the time.
Oh well maybe one day…. 🙂