Angelic Sonnet
My first attempt at a Shakespearean Sonnet, meh. Ok, less cliche, better vocab, correct form. Well, here goes nothin'. I'm going to use a similar beginning to 'Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers Day' to help myself out so please remember– first attempt. Christine POV
Shall I compare thee to a summers storm?
Alike to the cold heart of a widow,
Closed to anything with a living form,
Naught more than a cold draft on a pillow,
Should I compare thee to a shepherds rod?
Strong and tall never wavering at all,
Enclosed inside your miserable pod,
Not allowing yourself to take a fall
Nighttime sharpens heightens each sensation
Daytime breaks and you are no longer there
Your cursed (cur-sed) face brought on your damnation
When seen you seem to vanish just like air
And so as I write you these last few words
I realize we all had lessons learned.
C.Daaerre 12-15-03