a flash sonnet by John Ritchie
My initial thoughts favoured 10, until a 9 obsessed me,
Then, voluptuous 8 came by, and fleetingly possessed me.
7, I had dismissed, from my final scheme,
And 6: irreconcilable with my growing theme.
Number 5, is not for me,
Likewise, out with number 3.
At last, I rue,
I am true.
To only,
1.
–
John Ritchie‘s no poet, but he don’t know it!
The Pygmy Giant 
#1 by The Malt House on July 4, 2011 - 8:21 am
Love it John, four all the right reasons this deserved two be published!
Dave
#2 by Oonah on July 4, 2011 - 9:59 am
Love it Sean X
#3 by John Ritchie on July 4, 2011 - 10:29 am
Thanks, Dave. Your kind and witty words are much appreciated.
Cheers
John
#4 by John Ritchie on July 4, 2011 - 10:30 am
Bless you, Surface.
I will try and do something for EDP.
Best
Sean
#5 by jennifer walmsley on July 4, 2011 - 2:03 pm
Clever John. Really enjoyed it.
#6 by John Ritchie on July 4, 2011 - 5:12 pm
Thank you, Jennifer, it is kind of you to say so.
Best
John