Sonnet 34 by Van (aka JerryK)

Lord, save me from composing poetry
Filled with abstractions, hazy metaphor;
Vague concepts burn this poet’s circuitry
And reading puzzling verses is a bore.
Enrich my rhymes with purposeful intents,
With honest words, and not too literary.
Next, spare me those that read like accidents,
Or failed attempts to rhyme a dictionary.
And let me use enjambments sparingly;
When lines wrap like a vine around the tree
And end stops leave the verse entirely,
Such makes smooth reading somewhat hard on me.
***** Protect me from clichés that are too trite,
***** But should I use one—make it look all right.