We all know writing sonnets doesn’t pay
the bills for cable, food, health care, and heat.
A waste of time best spent another way,
for fools who feed on meter just as meat.
But soothing is the rhythm to my ear;
when all around the world has lost its way.
Would that a rhyme could take away the fear
of those whose rights are swiftly swept away.
There is no justifying this old art,
except to say it keeps the body calm
when hell has broken loose upon our hearts
by those who disregard shalom, salaam.
Whatever aids you in these dark’ning times
go deeper in and tell us what you find.
Written in the Focus on Forms group during our week of exploring the Shakespearean Sonnet.