Little Poetic Tragedies (Sonnet)

When words call to themselves for rhythm’s sake
And sound without good sense wrings meaning out –
When syntax breaks in pieces for a rhyme
That reasonable poets do without –
When accents fall where accents never should
To force a meter into a strange shape
Or metric feet contort the images
And let the main idea thus escape –
When those archaic words creep in to throw
The poem’s tone off or worse, make one line strange
And ruin voice or mood or weaken theme
With diction that’s outmoded or deranged –
If you’ve had such a mess (as I have had),
Then you know how a good poem can go bad.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Little Poetic Tragedies (Sonnet)

  1. janemwoodman says:

    Hence the importance of that admonition: perfect is the enemy of good. 😏

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