I thought about me trapping some free verse
Where does it hang out when off the page?
I could change it to a sonnet, at my worst.
Humans were once hunters and we’re cursed
We still have the vision and the rage
I thought about me trapping some free verse
If verse were never free, it might get terse
Put a sign up saying, I’m engaged
I could change it to a sonnet, at the worst.
Into slavish forms we are coerced
Joan of Arc was burned tied to a stake
Who thought of her escaping or rebirth.?
If only human actions were rehearsed
We could change our paths as do snowflakes
I could change life to a sonnet, verse by verse.
Slit the sentence, take out all that aches
Sew it up and see the world remade
I thought about me trapping some free verse
I could change it to a sonnet or digress
