Like a Poem

[roselightfairy]

Today’s “daily prompt” was “sonnet.” See my creation.

Sometimes I think my life is like a poem,
Relying on constraints to make me free.
I give myself a meter, rhyme, a form,
And hope it will engender artistry.

Sometimes I think my life is like my knitting—
(Can you guess what I’m working on right now?)—
Stitch after stitch, and hope that, all unwitting,
Some shape will form, some clarity, somehow.

Sometimes I hope my life’s a piece of art:
Some shape to it, a purpose in my path;
That some great whole will justify each part—
The love, the fear, the sadness, and the wrath.

And so I blunder, hoping it will form.
Sometimes I pray my life is like a poem.