Sonnets

The thumb is the best part of my whole hand;
We cannot pick things up without its help -
Just like we need two legs for us to stand,
And the ocean's ecosystem needs kelp,
Thumbs are good for sharing our opinions,
If a thumbs up oor a thumbs down is shown,
Good or bad is shared amongst one's minions,
Effecting if one's mob is shrunk or grown.
Thumbs are things we share with our primates,
The main difference is that they have hair.
They carry babies and have much-loved mates,
Once again, thumbs are things we share.
I am quite attached to my appendage.
Thumbs are good despite race, sex, class, and age!

The structure in this poem had a great effect on the content of the poem - while in free verse, one can really write whatever so long as it conveys an image and has the intent of poetry (however one defines it), in the sonnet structure one must pay attention to what is being penned down. I found myself planning out what I was going to write, as there was a map to be followed, in particular the iambic pentameter and rhyme scheme of the piece. This poem was meant to acknowledge the many uses and amount of appreciation of the fifth digit, and to give credit to its universality and defining difference between the opposable and non-opposable digited races. I found it easiest to begin with a broad-ish opener and to follow from there where both form and cntent would lead me.