Lack of Imagination



Lack of Imagination

a sonnet, a sonnet, i cannot write a sonnet;
my mind refuses such complexities –
it cannot wrap or warp such creative eccentricities,
must it be so boring? unable to wake Shakespearean prosings?
a calamity for any wanna-be poet;
my ink well is dry, fingertips lay raw,
crusty tips click and clink hoping for a prize!

a magnificent musing to gasp out from heart to stroke –
a feather of a sonnet’s brilliance to exist;
O’ what treachery my mind’s incapability,
to morph a magical metaphoric theme;
with melodramatic peripeteia; if only –
if only, i could summarize great imagery,
having left a sonnet filled with argumentative rhymes –

simply 14 lines and a climatic conclusion,
infusing the euphoric coupling,
to end such tantalizing thoughts,
but no, a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g
does not come so elementary for me –
alas; i am left with my foreboding,

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