Here’s a valentine to the sonnet form by Catherine Chandler, from her book Glad and Sorry Seasons, “reprinted” online in Verse Daily, and shared by Jane Satterfield. I am glad this poem finally found me– I hope you are glad it has found you! Enjoy!
I love the way its rhythm and its rhymes
provide us with a promise, a belief
familiar voices at specific times
may modulate unmanageable grief.
I love the way we’re called to referee
the mind-heart match-up in its scanty ring;
how through it all our only guarantee
is that for fourteen rounds the ropes will sing.
I love the way it makes us feel at home,
the way it welcomes fugitives and fools
who have forgotten all roads lead to Rome
from shared beginnings in the tidal pools.
Life’s unpredictability defies
clean denouement. I love the way it tries.