From the Italian sonetto, which means “a little sound or song,” the sonnet is a popular classical form that has compelled poets for centuries. poets.org
Dismiss the fear
By Julie Leibrich
One year I decided that the only poetry I would write for a whole year would be sonnets, so I set out to write one a month and to make a little book for friends at the end of the year.
I couldn’t begin for the fear that using a strict form might spoil something essential about the way I write.
So first I needed to write about my fear.
If I stop the words
If I stop words dissolving into ink,
and think instead of rhythm, form and rhyme,
will I relinquish that spontaneous link
of heart to hand, which sometimes feels sublime?
I write to listen, not to make a speech.
I never know what thoughts will fill the space
or what horizons could my feelings reach.
Poetry is a gift. A kind of grace.
I fear that tampering with the way I write
will block my path towards the secret door
through which I sometimes glimpse an edge of light.
Will sonnets hold me tight as I explore?
The page goes quiet. I take my pen in hand.
We only hear the truth in shadowland.