Sonnet 404

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

Still marveling how they made no single sound

Until my pen soft stirred them into rhyme;

And then at once they did begin to sing

Creating simple sweet symphonic tunes

That to my fancied vision thus did bring

A cabaret of cheer, my soul to swoon;

There pleasured musings in my mind did play

As my heart joined the meter 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