"Balance " | 12

The sonnet had slipped away   while I were musing
he soon returned   he said he'd gone to see
a friend of his   whose poems were confusing
I wondered if he thought the same of me?

"Oh no" he said   he always knew my question
"your heart's confused   your poems though are clear
you state confusion clearly!   My suggestion
may I be frank?"   "I'm sure you may! Let's hear!"

"Let life unfold   a little bit more naturally
despite the fact   you love the manic mode
a certain sense of balance is especially
of value   for the sonnet or the ode"

he hinted thus   he too perhaps had needs
an ear that hears   becomes the heart that heeds



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