Sonnet 16 February 2014A Poem by JonathanHammondIambic pentameter. Tell me if you see otherwise. Sonnet, attempted Italian Style. a b b a a b b a c d c d c d Comments are open to whatever you want to say.A cigarette flies blazing in the air
As coffee sits in cups the color black One lucky butt reversed inside the pack Broke right in half as if the fates would care The whirl 'n' twirl of smoke subdues the stare Of thoughts, my ashes never coming back This time makes up for other things I lack As orange embers give their final flare My caffeinated high won't last for long As living always has a price to pay The burning filter reeks of what is wrong About the petty reasons why I stay Perhaps the hand of death will bring along A cigarette to toke my final day © 2014 JonathanHammond |
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