and if you find yourself without a clue
of how to lure good readers to your page
just hearken back to that which you find true
and worthy of a writer's modest wage.
your navel gathers dust and at times bores
so switch your gaze to higher honest tales
of how you'd rather swim to distant shores
than find your weblog your good reader fails.
the knowledge that you share will surely shine
a glowing ember in the thoughts of those
who read your prose with hunger line by line
and find your wisdom to them freely flows.
and if you find this sonnet serves you well
i pray that your dear readers think you're swell.
an english sonnet in iambic pentameter
©2003 judith meskill