Shakespearean Sonnet (2)

Something simple and elementary
Weak and frail, neither permanent nor strong
A genesis so rudimentary
Formed in a structure both small and oblong

Not reality, just a flimsy clone
Primitive, basic, seems quite simplistic
Manmade environment to call its own
And yet, nonetheless, somehow artistic

Miniature habitat of any kind
Paper, scissors, many materials
Imagination, facts and art combined
Creates this world, small and ethereal

The world through one’s eyes and realms unexplored
Within a panorama of cardboard

On writing Sonnet 2

I had another idea for a sonnet, and it was also about a type of creation. This time it was shoebox dioramas – those mini scenes grade-schoolers are told to make (like an Old West scene or pioneers) in a shoebox. I remember trying to build mine and hating it. It’s hard to build something decent out of little paper cutouts and other cheap materials. The poem is basically about that miniature “world” that is built. Weak and primitive, but in a way, it’s art. “Panorama” is meant to call to mind the similar sound of “diorama.”