All English Sonnets
HOW THIS POEM WAS WRIT
This morning like a hawk, fast descending,
A thought did come to me and did engage,
My mind in strangest rumblings,-from transcending;
And made me wonder- “ what does it presage ?”.
I could not in the morning envisage,
My mind would hanker after it, all bending,
Would smoothen flustered feeling, give passage,
By deep attention to this stranger lending.
But it did happen, carried on till ending,
In whispers- did they conversation wage,
And signals to my feelings kept on sending.
So finally on this blank and lonely page.
I wrote preceding lines, the foregoing verse;
This thought was gently, unabashed terse.