not content to be a compulsive writer, i find myself tonight studying various poetic forms. hah. i am looking for trouble, of course. boredom sends me seeking challenges and in the well of over 300 forms of poetic possibility, there is plenty to be found.
i decide upon sonnets because they are at once short and structured. the various types – italian, english, subsets therein, offer flexibility in the form that will be enjoyable as well as demanding.
now to decide upon topics. i chunk it all into the hopper of the great la brea in the back of my head and let it stew a bit. but soon… sonnets.
and, of course, i continue to consider the outline of a book that arrived in a dream several nights ago.
looking for trouble indeed. consider me chuckling.