O, to defy the odds and conquer all
the torturous ailments which divide
our souls, so apt to love. Yet we call
across the mountain-bound void
with the assumption that we haven’t tried
nearly hard enough to grasps our own
straws. How far must I hold out, confide
the ignorance of my heart and show
you my strength against myself. You’ve blown
through what I knew of myself, rapture
rips through veins; the destruction of the alone
world, my cocoon and prison. The sure
glint in your eyes from beyond empowers me
and with one last reach, our palms hold our keys.
A quick Spenserian Sonnet, because I wanted to get another poem out and I’ve been trying to expand my styles. I always like sonnets, and this is probably one of my favorites. It’s been a long time since I got into all the styles of sonnet. It amuses me how much I love sonnets considering my least favorite style of sonnet is the one we all grew up with: Shakespearean. For some reason they just don’t flow like the other styles do to me, but perhaps it’s just because I’m not much one for Shakespeare in general.
Virginia the Viruliferous 