I Choose

A sonnet

Remember High School Junior’s English class, The open-concept classrooms with chalkboards, The teacher’s finger points over our backs, Old man crooked like, twisting to the floor.

A grumbling, trembling, old man’s voice bellows, “There are no chains on you,” points, “there’s the door,” “No door,” I laughed, my voice starts to echo, “Elizabethan sonnets are a bore.”

I sure wasn’t going to write that way, Way too structured, it just wasn’t my thing. There’s not enough room, have too much to say, I’ll write how I want, done my way, I’ll sing.

After decades float by, sonnets choose me. Maybe there were some chains, also a key.

Thank you, Melanie J. , for tagging me on the prompt, ‘I choose’, here is a link to her beautiful poem.

Melanie was tagged by Dr. Preeti Singh, here is the link to her beautiful poem

The prompt ‘I Choose’ was created by Sahil Patel, his excellent free verse poem that started it all is here.

If anybody who hasn’t yet written on the prompt wants to, here is your chance.