A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Thirty-Three

I wrote a sonnet tonight.  I am not really certain why I decided to do that.  It was mostly just an exercise.  I have, of course, written sonnets before.  I had teachers ask for them at various times during my schooling, including back when I was in high school and learning about formal poetry in English class, so it isn't as if it is something new or all that strange.  I recall that when I was in college, I spent a month or two writing sonnets regularly, just for the sake of trying to write them.  Tonight was probably in that same spirit.  It feels like a good way to sort of practice certain aspects of prosody, or maybe it is just that I wanted to play in a slightly different space.  I don't know that I would say the result is anything all that great, but I am glad I did it, and a part of me is thinking that it might be worth playing with form a bit more, either continuing with sonnets or jumping through a few different forms over time.

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