More Shakespeare's Sonnets

Prologue: To Timid Poets 1

More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Prologue: To Timid Poets 1

Scorn not the sonnet, even when it's old;
Scorn not its rhyme, although too stiff it sounds;
Scorn not its meaning, even when it's cold;
Scorn not its worth, although not much resounds. *
Fear not the sonnet, even when it's queer;
Fear not its rhyme, although it starts to crack;
Fear not its meaning, even when unclear;
Fear not it's worth, although it seems to lack.
So bear no scorn or fear for minor things,
Whose rhyme evokes the music out of words,
Whose meaning tells much truth as it so sings,
Whose worth's not found in its collective words,
      But found within the depths of thy good soul,
      Where every muse out there hath its control.

(To be continued...)

A/N: It might sound corny, but it gets better, trust me. Please comment, or at least tell me why it sucks. Any criticism is better than none at all.

* Resounds = (v.) to be acclaimed.