Friday, July 27, 2012

Joke Sonnet

    It's hard being so dazzlingly luminous
    when the rest of the sky looms so darkly above
    an earth hammered flat.  To deny yourself love
    and dwell with the abstract and numinous,
    hoard troves of strange and voluminous
    kenning, as if, thereby, to offset the shove
    of knowing your hands will someday be gloved
    and your eyes will fog, all misted with rheuminess.
   
    What comfort it is, then, to show
    that though I can't find any rhymes for "orange", I am
    able to float on this lexical flow
    and deduce from the sum of the little I know
    that I'd have better luck with "sporangium"
    to fashion this sonnet .  Like so!    :