Sonnet

I was challenged to produce a sonnet and this is what I've done so
far. Please let me know what you think, especially Brian and Thom
who recognized the almost style of "From A Distance".

SONNET

While sitting down to grasp my weary pen
To face the challenge in your little note,
There was no inspiration in the den,
Nor satisfaction in the words I wrote.

I sought about to find a thought, a face
To light the fire of rhyme's eternal flame.
I wondered where I'd find a better place
When every room I sought was just the same.

In shame I looked to find the ancient bard,
To ask him how his verses came to be.
For, surely, writing couldn't be this hard.
I swear I heard him laughing hard at me.

Oh woe, oh woe, I rue this very day
When sonnet turns into a rondelet.

© Pam H. Murray