The rhyme I write means more to me than bread
It shows the world the other side of me
And though I claim it sets my spirit free
It's written by the voices in my head
Before I found the way they could be led
They used to chatter almost aimlessly
And now they're busy with my poetry
It's written by the voices in my head
I need to write to keep my spirit fed
And need to see my words upon the screen
I smile when any one of them is seen
It's written by the voices in my head
The rhyme I write means more to me than bread
It's written by the voices in my head
Author notes
An echo sonnet.
A contest entry
- Amaze Me With Your Words by Sue Cardwell.
1750 points, ended November 26, 2008, 23 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me honestly what you think, good or bad.
Comments
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Thank you for your entry in the contest. It was lovely to see a sonnet...sorry, echo sonnet, describing the voices in your head, this was a joy to read.
Congratulations on a well deserved bronze
All the best...Sue
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Thank God the voices are now set free,
our world is richer due to your poetry
Love, Lane
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That is so very true-those good old helpful voices in the noggin-
Will she give you a trophy?????
Bumpy
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Nice segues between thoughts here... no artificial lumps or bumps. I suspected it was a form of some sort (I just commented on someone's pantoum the other day) but I'm glad you identified the genus and species in your Author's Notes. Nicely done... it can be called an echo sonnet if for no other reason than I echo your sentiments completely!
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