Poetry (Monica Ferrell)

Today's poem by Monica Ferrell is an ars poetica! (That's a poem about poetry.)

It's also a sonnet at 14 lines. It's fine as a poem, but it's not surprising; it does not take a new angle on things (for me, that is). So, therefore, I find it to be a rather boring poem.

I'm a little uncertain why the last line has that triplicate rhyme/assonance. It's  cool in that it does signify the end of the poem, but it seems so much lighter in tone and out of place. I guess it is there as a nod to poetic form (perhaps, the ars poetica and sonnet are other nods).

Favorite line: "I am not afraid of mirrors or the future"

I am not afraid of mirrors or the future