A poem as a Self-portrait
Published in
May 14, 2024
A haiku I am not
I talk too much for three lines
A ghazal I would like to be
But I am not known to pine
A sestina is complicated
That my personality fits
I like to think I am funny
Just like a limerick
A sonnet is a beauty
That I too will be till I die
And like the volta in the sestet
With change of mind, I identify
A villanelle I could call myself
With my penchant for rhyme
But I think I’m truly blank verse
Mistress of my Will and Time
