August 2nd 2016 (a sonnet for the birds)

by Brendan Strong

Don’t let a sonnet loose – to run riot in your mind,
Sucking up experience – stuffing ideas in words –
No ideas but in words – no words but from ideas you’ll find,
Running riot around your mind – like fluttering birds –

Forcing forward movement – this is not about time,
Flying ideas – fluttering words – forward back around –
Circling again – clichés made of rhythm and rhyme
Made of space and text – made of words and sound –

What use this form of words – unless it opens doors
Of perception – of conception – of imagination –
Flutter here, flutter there, flutter towards
Understanding experiences outside your station

On a form that casts the world into words
That open wings and sing you towards –