A Sonnet For You

 Another sonnet leaps out of my pen

sounding like the ones that came before,

organising sounds in groups of ten,

never really knowing what they’re for.

No question that it’s you who writes them best -

Enjambment does not seem to work for me.

The syllables are often wrongly stressed.

For you, things seem to flow so naturally.

Originality should be my strength,

ripping up the rulebook as I go,

yet I fixate on meter and line length,

obsessively considering the flow.

Ugly bones will warp a sonnet’s crust.

X-ray this one. The skeleton’s robust.