I have already sent the poem to the Montreal Prize, the title is Sonnets to Poetry, so be aware because that is going to be the winning title.
With freedom does the modern poet write,
No counts, no rhymes. And how, if I may ask,
Could well you to bring us light, and thus delight
With words – of known the most sublime of arts –
That we may well as well delight in thine?
There it goes an advance of the poem.
Thanks for listening. I'm ready to listen.