Twisted Sonnet, sort of

Twisted Sonnet, sort of

 

 

 

intensity rises with the sun

a heart on rampage

furiously sings a song of one

broken dreams allege

 

endings become the norm

a free verse intent becomes boredom's form

 

hair turning white as January snow falls bleak

love to mend the soul, I no longer seek

righteous fire, now spoken in ashen remains

rhyming, rhyming, rhyming departing insane

 

drainage as an Einstein mind elopes

with the forage of sustained slopes

upon which my last thoughts slalom 

the conclusion of me a poem to roam

 

on its own.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/23/2021

Reviews

[poetgurl]

I really like your last stanza, I feel a certain imagery in this piece. It's kind of like a lonely sense.
Awesome write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ang-X,
j.