My love for you is a candy-striped nurse
Left long apart to her own devices.
My heart makes its songs in a Midnight verse
When just listening alone suffices.
We gathered that Spring in a field most fair
Azaleas and Snapdragons full with blooms.
Mesmerized as soft scents bounced through the air
Infusing our souls with furtive perfumes.
Spring was meandering through your soft eyes
Clandestinely gathering seeds to sow.
Our bodies were tangled in grass grown high
Mouths made wet as avid appetites grow.
…..I lay with you in that meadow quite green
…..Looting beauty with none to intervene.
I have never really been a fan of form poetry. Haiku, Iambic whosy whatsy, cinquain, etc, etc, etc. However, sonnets have always captivated me. Of course I spend alot of time in my Oxford Book of English Verse reading old Shakespearean and Italian sonnets. Tennyson, Wordsworth and even more modern e. e. cummings, all wrote fascinating sonnets. I have written several sonnets and have decided to delve into that form again. Sometimes, as a free verse poet, form and rules and whatnot can be good exercise. Here is my latest. Unfortunately, this WordPress theme will not recognize tabs or empty spaces so I had to use the periods on the last two lines to indicate the spacing of a normal, 5-space indent.