A Sonnet: Really…
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Monday, January 16, 2006
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I see that I am quite remiss, taking
Sonnet and giving it a twist. I read
Sir Francis Bacon’s sharpness rewaking.
Who’s saying what is what, and that’s what's said… ?
Excuse me as I pretend to sonnet
Any poem I feel to be a lesson.
Relearned by one, I cannot stop, the thought
of words I cannot seem to unbegin.
So, here I am in formed sonnet-beauty,
Seen, yet, still abhorred. The rules of poeming
Will not change, because I think, I think, Me,
Therefore I am… A construct of needing.
I’m misunderstood in the freeing. I
Am not that, but, I am that that thinks why…
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/16/06
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|Reviewed by Chuck Keller
|Wow! Applause from another who has attempted the sonnet. Great work!|
|Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop
|philosophy ends in speculation but gets there legitimately
poetry also ends in speculation but doesnt get there legitimately,
could say, since there's always the personal take on it, there's
always a riddle even in paradox but congrats on these special lines..
Who’s saying what is what, and that’s what's said…
I/Am not that, but I am that that thinks why
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|A sonnet like a maze that sings. I'll have to try it sometime:-)|
|Reviewed by Rukiya Faizah (Reader)
|I bet you enjoyed writing this because i know it was nice to read. Very easy going and witty.|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|A sonnet with a twist of mirth added.|