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9th
November
2006
November
2006
Sonnet – Come heart-beat kick of the four to the floor
Come heart-beat kick of the four to the floor
Shall I compare thee to a sonnet’s form?
Perfect, contained in self, inspires awe.
The rhythm beats and we can but conform.
The rhythm beats, our feet in unison
With soles that search for the hypnotic force.
Like hearts exploding to the poet’s tongue
The beauty of the form prompts this discourse.
So beautiful a form need not evolve
For culture makes art trash or some ideal.
The sonnet and the rhythm both involve
Invoking a response that feels more real.
You see, as sonnets best reflect romance
The four to floor reflects the way we dance.