i could have written
a Shakespearian sonnet
or Italian Petrarchan?
if i did they do not now exist?
but this form it has been done
names were original masters?
undisputed masters?
unequalled talent
in forms long past?
extraordinary was commonplace fast rendered
excellent sophisticated refined became antiquated
exotic superior reduced to copy rut stereotyped
their styles once exceptional original?
unique fresh amazing rare revelations?
became pen copied hackneyed verses?
it does not define any spirit of internet age?
i deliberately avoided past esteemed styles?
easy to be a copyist harder to eureka create?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem