Sonnet 404

I spilled a cup of words on paper down
And watched them creep across from line to line,

Then marveling how they made no single sound

Until my pen did stir them into rhyme;

And then at once they did begin to sing

Creating so the sweetest tinctured tunes

And to my fancied vision thus did bring

A cabaret of song, my soul to swoon;

There pleasured musings in my mind did play,

Awed heart now joined the chorus of their song,

Wide eyes by dancing phrases were amazed,

Enthralled in wonder there I swayed along.

From time to time I grasp a lonely pen,

There splash some words and make them sing again.

Loubert S Suddaby poems