Poetic Forms

I may have overdone the sonnet form:
expressing my ideas in 14 lines.
Of late it’s like a cogitating norm –
an octave of descriptive thought combines
with resolution’s salve, confusion’s storm,
or declarations sharp as porcupines.
Perhaps I need to vary how much ink
I use, and modify the way I think.

(Ottava Rima)

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