I think we ought to open this up to sonnets,
which to English ears and mouths are sweet,
unless the rhyming makes you want to vomit.
(Rhyming often is a divisive feat.)
I’d love to hear some Buddhist sonneteers
spin their webs of words, their proliferous verbs,
their nouns and their adjectival creative cheers,
while all pretend at sagehood, writing blurbs.
Sonnets, though, are harder than haikus,
and some here barely grasp those rules of form.
A, B, A, B, C, D, C, D, E,
F, E, F, G, G – that is the norm.
A and A, they needn’t rhyme at all,
and that’s how you join a sonneteer cabal.