My 1st Sonnet

i.

All poets come up short beside Shakespeare.
And their sonnets have nothing new to say.
(Well, except for the poets we hold dear ...
And, of course, Edna St. Vincent Millay).
I had intended to write a sonnet
That would prove my point and be filled with light
But it would seem I have failed, dogonne it.
I just never could get those sonnets right.
The topic falls short of Love anyway,
The native topic of all poetry
Despite what any educators say,
For it is Love that sets our hearts afree
And rushes us headlong into the now
With the merest of clues as to the how.