Sonnets

Puzzle

I heard somewhere that "Solitude is ever

a silent storm, that tears away the dead

branches of the self." I think, however,

alone is more the hidden ore of lead.

It suddenly becomes acutely known,

the burden of rock and soil above;

The scree was always there, shadow of stone

but now pressed close by Vulcan's black glove.

Also, every direction I ignore

seems to be a maze that brings me back to

myself, I wonder if there is a minotaur

at the center of my labyrinth's rue.

But perhaps its an avatar's source,

with wings and compass, needing soul and course.

I don't know what to say about this, other than to reiterate that; I hate sonnets and would rather write my own poetry, free of these useless restrictions. For instance here is how that same poem goes without the sonnet form.

puzzle

I heard somewhere that: "Solitude is a silent storm

that tears away the dead branches of the self."

I think, however, that solitude is more like

suddenly realizing I'm a worm.

I know I've been living underground,

but I become acutely aware of the 

weight of the rock and the soil above me.

It was always there but now I can feel it.

Also every direction that I run, 

seems to be a maze that brings me back to myself.

I wonder if there is a minotaur at the center of my labyrinth,

or maybe it's just me.

But perhaps;

its a different me

with wings and a compass

only needing a soul and a course.

Anyways, let me know what you think of the two versions in class.