Somewhere

New Sonnet

I sing in iambic pentameter

I use the same rhyme scheme that Shakespeare used

I write of life and limb, of him and her

I spend the best part of each day confused

Self-reference is hardly unbardlike

Neither is coining words as yet unknown

So I tell modesty to take a hike

And celebrate things one can do alone

Oh, I would socialize if someone came

I’d set my pen at rest and talk a storm

Why even now I’ll go and play a game

And have a conversation in that form

Whatever happens is OK with me

As long as I am left alone and free