I wrote my sonnet curled up on the couch on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Some things I discovered:
1. Pie is very inspirational.
2. Trust the first image that comes to you, no matter how crazy. For me, it was shoelaces.
3. You are the boss of rhyme. It is not the boss of you. Didn't your momma tell you that?
4. Sonnets aren't extinct for a reason. They're hardy, and won't die in your rough care. They're like the giant bear of an uncle who lets all the little kids pile on in football.
5. Second helpings of pie are even more inspirational.
6. So are long walks.
7. Iambic pentameter is your favorite aunt talking. She's easy to listen to, and she can count cards and make you look good when she's your Euchre partner after dinner. And she brought the pie, so thank her.
8. The sonnet form will hold your thoughts, but like a shopping bag, you have to open it up and dump stuff in. Later, you take take out your purchases, one by one, and see what fits.
9. Don't be fooled. Not everything fits. Return the baggy sweater. If you're not sure about the pleather pants you found on sale, ask your sister. She'll tell you. (Or Liz, my poetry sister!)
10. Sonnets are better than pie. I hate to say that, but the pie is all gone. The sonnets are just getting started.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Two Writing Teachers today.