a poem EVISERATE IT

i just wrote a sonnet for my poetry class.

i post this not because im proud of it(i hate it like an illigitamate child who wants my money) but because i want to hear your thoughts on things like the freedom of working in structure.

go my children! SPEAK

Prayer of an English Major

Please Muse, oh please Muse, come to me and sing.
For dear muse, I know not of what to write!
So come to me and sing inspiring
Songs to free me from my horrible plight.

Lack of confidence becomes writers block.
My diction, my syntax feel off to me.
I meekly check my MLA handbook
For rules on properly making a rhyme.

Then the words surface inside my strained mind.
Words pour out like a spit shine avalanche.
I can feel myself hatching a goldmine.
Ideas are born. I’ll write till my hands ache.

Was it you muse, who wrote my sonnet? No.
Twas my own skills, nothing to you I owe!

~Mark out~