Thank you gentlemen.
I wrote quite a mess last night, and consider it progress that I didn't just post it and shrug.
I know I always acted like I didn't care about the rules, but the truth is, I envy those who can do that and make it look easy.
Mehopes to be able to do so without resorting to words such as ...mehopes.
Mike, your willingness to work with me again means more to me than you know. I'll do as another friend suggested for a bit, and just immerse myself in reading sonnets for a bit, in hopes that I, as Al Pacino suggested, "tune my ear."
(For the record, Al Pacino didn't suggest that to me personally, but when he looks at the camera, it sure feels that way.)
And that, is exactly what I hope to achieve with my poems. Of course, I'll probably continue to just splat out my stuff, but I'd like to at least ...try for a little more refinement for certain topics, as my usual approach is a bit...wince--intense? Aggressive?
I'm just as bored and itchy with my writing as I am with myself, these days. (I hope you both realize that as hard as I can be on others, my contempt for me is far worse than any diatribe of a word-bat I can summon up while writing and riding even the most tumultuous turn of the hormone.)
Thank you both for the encouragement, and if I come up with something I don't absolutely hate, I'll send it on to you, Mike.