Trying my hand at an Elizabethian Sonnet...
Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:35 pm
Never written a sonnet before, so I thought I would write one, complete with iambic pentameter and everything 
Its called portrait.
Portrait
I see another picture frame facedown
Cracking around the edges and the heart
And though our concrete smiles remain renowned
A fissure splits our pining arms apart
My smile that beamed now finds itself in half
Upturned along a glassy jagged tip
And in silence I thought I heard one laugh
Another fallen portrait starts to slip
I did not mean for our pictures to break
But all the sorry portraits in my life
Appear to be victims of an earthquake
And cut through weakened flesh as though a knife
And though I sit surrounded all the while
I wonder if though cracked we will still smile
Its called portrait.Portrait
I see another picture frame facedown
Cracking around the edges and the heart
And though our concrete smiles remain renowned
A fissure splits our pining arms apart
My smile that beamed now finds itself in half
Upturned along a glassy jagged tip
And in silence I thought I heard one laugh
Another fallen portrait starts to slip
I did not mean for our pictures to break
But all the sorry portraits in my life
Appear to be victims of an earthquake
And cut through weakened flesh as though a knife
And though I sit surrounded all the while
I wonder if though cracked we will still smile
