I climb the stairs but then forget the whats or wheres or whys that set this path I take So I’ll just make a new to-do
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
The Sonnet’s Joy
The measured lines and rhythmic beats become like mines souring the sweets So be impressed when poets wrest a timed-beat rhyme
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
Green Eggs and Ham
With a decree my sandwich spoke Unpleasantly Making me choke Clearly stating this food’s dating had passed its last
(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020
Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”
