Form: Cornish Sonnet
It's time to give my pen the leading role
Too long the silent words have been ignored
In youthful dreams, I left behind my soul
For living life against the truth of self
And nothing seemed to strike a joyful chord
My mind an empty book upon a shelf
Back then I thought I'd let the chance slip by
So surely now it must be far too late
My dreams could be nothing more than a sigh
I wanted more than a verse now and then
But writing wasn't meant to be my fate
Until I chanced upon a fountain pen
My mind an empty book upon a shelf
Until I chanced upon a fountain pen
©JGFarmer2016
A Garret Poet 