Theme:      Lost Muse
Content:    Another sonnet revealing the low self-esteem of the author prompted this time by the loss of his creative muse causing him to reflect that his current works, as he, are a product of his own lowly background. An uncomplicated sonnet structure delivering a simple but very memorable message.

• "Why am I churning out the same old, monotonous stuff?"
• He’s well aware of his talent, what he’s capable of, but is frustrated by its current absence.
• Paradoxically, though the sonnet addreses the issue of the author not using new styles, the word new is one of the most frequent in the sonnet.

• "Why am I blinkered in my conventional way of writing instead of employing new literary techniques that are now the fashion?"
• Time could mean time on his hands but I think more probably means the time he is living in which is such an era of literary creativity.

• "Why am I creating works that are the literary equivalent of a weed?"
• The weeds motif features again as in several other sonnets.

• "Weeds propagate weeds."
• He comes from a modest background and his social status has not increased any, which is manifested in his current works. A common person is producing common goods.

• "I can’t think of any new ways of how to say I love you."

• "Again, I can’t think of any new ways of how to say I love you."
• Lovely simile relating the nature of his love to the sun: fresh each day but as recurrent, and strong, as it has always been.