What causes this strange beating in my head <br />Which seems to break up each thought into fives? <br />It's like a copper's slow and stately tread <br />As round his beat he checks upon our lives. <br />Quite suddenly a thought occurs to me: <br />I'll write another poem since I should <br />Maintain this strange ability to see <br />A sonnet grow like flowers in a wood <br />On my computer screen. I know not why <br />These fourteen lines should suddenly appear <br />When all I do is look up to the sky <br />And out into deep space. To me it's clear: <br /> <br />Will Shakespeare's spirit tells me I should try <br />To write a decent sonnet by and by.<br /><br />Eric Bult<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/encouragement-19/
