No Sonnet
I’m not in the mood for sonnets
Or ghazals, triads or odes.
I’m writing a ballad instead
I don’t want to write about love
I’ve got that walking rhythm now
The chorus will soon come along
It should have a bridge, it wont
I’m not making any effort
I can’t be bothered to rhyme
except in the chorus ahead.
The chorus is coming right now!
Who on earth would be a poet!
I could have just stayed in bed.
Oh, who would be a poet
Sing loud, sing clear, be unread.
No-one should be a poet
To be read, write memes instead.
© A.Chakir 2023
The Dreaming Path 