All English Sonnets
A word without a thought is like the sail,
Which wingless flaccid hangs. Or marooned,
Abandoned mariner, no shout, no hail,
From passing ships does hear: Or mistuned,
Ah! strings, no music give, give only sounds.
Discordant note from badly blown – in flute,
So harshly from the depth of brain rebounds.
Or little rift in jumper’s parachute,
Which widens while descending. Faulty groove,
In playing record which self same line repeats,
The needle does not as required move.
A simple thoughtful word, description beats.
But frankly can be said that it inspires,
And flings us into all creative fires.