My attempt at form poetry, a sonnet in particular... forced from the depths of my mind. The rhymes are a little off, but I didn't want them to be cheesy, I just go with the inspiration so I made my own rhyme scheme. And I had a nice inspiring image for this one.
Untitled Sonnet
He poured
the dark liquid into a pint letting it settle
halfway. The rings obscuring light from
how his words hung on the edge
of his lips. I could see how he wanted to utter
I was beautiful. The roughness of his beard shadowed
his strong jaw making those chocolate brown eyes drip in color.
The shyness evident in the hesitancy
of his voice however confidence brewed
like stout and worth drinking.
I wrapped my fingers around
the glass, pulling
it to my lips.
His eyes never left the Guinness, surprised at my attempt.
13 years ago
1 comment:
i really like it, lady! beautiful and well-worded. from one poet to another--good work! :)
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