I Promised to Write A Sonnet

how creativity wrestles with our promises

Photo by Florencia Viadana on Unsplash

Although I promised to write a sonnet,
I sought inspiration and got one line.
I need to focus and get right on it,
Because I’ve frittered away all my time:
Gone creativity, gone words, gone wit.
No beam of inspiration left to shine.
Distracted, fucked up, that’s me, doggone it.
Metaphors? Images? Nothing of mine.
Nothing moon-magical, nothing…