I couldn’t get this poem to format properly on WordPress. It didn’t like me adding white space. So, I’ve added a picture of how the poem is meant to look.
I like to hang
out on a limb sometimes;
Enjambement I’ve used to cut
A poem’s ragged edge can be on form,
but sometimes I lament this is the norm.
A sonnet’s form requires the poet’s skill:
Sodoku for innumerates. I still
believe there’s value lining up five feet,
and hoping that the syllables will meet.
the dangled words are much more clear
as they season
the sense with connotations. Never lose
A nuance or an echo in the mind
We travel through the poetry to find.