NaPoWriMo April 30

A Sonnet for April 30

 

It’s so unfashionable, and who would now

Aver that form in its own self is art?

Pushed to extremes, from meaning words depart

Fuse them again if only we knew how

 

Marlowe, who made the mighty line, yet fought

The England Shakespeare wrote to make

In words  aligned    in sense        for their own sake

But fusion?

 

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