We are going to write, for lack of a better term, backward sonnets.
Here’s how it works: all of the rules of a sonnet stay the same except for one: the rhyming words come at the beginnings of the lines instead of at the ends.
It maintains the structure and syllabic form of a sonnet, but loses the end-rhyme, sing-songy-ness that all but the best sonnets seem to have at some point. It also messes with your head a little bit to have to rhyme first words.
Small, like marbles she keeps in her pockets
Totems of a more organic timeframe
Call her cynical or just paranoid
Modems and machines are not good people
Trees, she remembers the bigness of trees
Fresh and green and imposing on blue sky
Free and flying, touching the mountain tops
Flesh and blood real living earth people
Before all the electric retro-fits
Plastic hard wired G. P. S. organs
Explore all the fancy high tech options
Spastic and twitching like Star Trek fan boys
Overall we never asked questions
Small, a seed for remembrance, she's alive