A Hopeful Beginning
written by: Ken Gosse
Hopefully, this might become a sonnet,
though mockery of form lambasts the norm.
A robot called a rose, which I’d oppose,
might be what is stinging in your bonnet.
Hopefully, that thing whose feathers tickle
won’t choke my muses’ words, whose singsong birds
with tangled metric beat and two left feet
dance while scything-up the Reaper’s sickle.
Hopefully, this word once more repeated,
won’t be there as an air in closing lines
to beat or not to beat a rhythm sweet,
even if misread once it’s completed.
A hopeless denoument now brings a sigh—
a final breath exhaling its good-bye.
Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhymed verse with traditional meter usually filled with whimsy and humor. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in Pure Slush, Home Planet News Online, Spillwords, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and others. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty-five years with rescue cats and dogs underfoot.
Latest posts by Ken Gosse (see all)
- Damn the Rejections – Full Speed Ahead - August 3, 2026
- A Hopeful Beginning - July 15, 2026
- Casing The Batter - April 12, 2026
