Bio Note: I’ve been writing poetry for an alarmingly long time, and ordinarily there’s practically nothing I’d rather be doing. But every once in a while a recalcitrant poem tries to trip me up— an annoying situation that I’ve attempted to elaborate upon in the sonnet below. (Ironically—considering the subject-matter—this poem was selected as a Laureate’s Choice in the 2021 Maria Faust Sonnet Contest.)
Block That Trope
They used to flow so easily— the poems, the syllables—like seed-pearls slipping down a strand of disconnected chromosomes for some unwritten sonnet. Every noun would quickly find the quintessential verb to lean against, quatrains would ebb and flow, and nothing whatsoever would disturb the equilibrium. Off they’d go into that lyric wild blue yonder, picking up some adjectives as needed, working hard in tandem toward the wonder of it all, sublimely unimpeded. But nowadays—like pigeons on the wing— disorder comes, and wrecks the whole damn thing.
©2021 Marilyn Taylor
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