Italian Sonnets became a fun poem to write and the rhyme pattern was interesting to develop with a topic in mind. It was a challenge to properly get the syllable count down correctly with each sonnet however, they were enjoyable to write nonetheless. I utilized an Italian sonnet whenever I had a strong emotion or memory to write about, the rhyme pattern allowed for fun creative freedom and expression.

Sun Filled Day

All bodes well on a sun filled day, such as

Today. No more a thought, but to walk ‘round

And out to the crisp water. Winston bounds

About like a mad hurricane, whereas

I yet walk along the sand, full of jazz

Pulsing in my mind. I sway beats profound—

Not even the sweltering heat beats down

Hard enough to distract me from the paths.

I’m lounging in the sands, watching Winston

Play about in nature. He comes and goes

Freely within his restraints. I’m resting

underneath the umbrella. An instant

later I am doused with droplets, exposed,

as Winston found the raincloud while questing.

Little House on Peach

Oh, how I’ll miss that little house on Peach

Not that it’s gone but, you’re not there anymore

I desperately wish I knew the cure

There are no more lessons for you to teach

Memories lost like shells on a beach

I am not sure how to go on and endure

You will always remind me of the shore

Your loss is like the ultimate breach

My heart wasn’t prepared for this

The shock still hasn’t gone completely away

I’m sure with time things will get better

I hope you are not stuck in the abyss

Lately I feel like a castaway

Nobody will ever forget her

That Dreaded Call

I got the call at eight in the morning

Things will never return to be completely normal

Everything feels completely abnormal

And here I thought today would be very boring

Lost the one person who was very adoring

You diffused every family quarrel

Now I find myself drowning and mournful

I will miss the times we spent talking

Sat there waiting for you to walk in the door

But it was never your footsteps on the floor

I don’t know how to go on without you

There are many parts of my life you will miss

Pharaoh

Sand stretched for as far as the eye can see

Winds whipping through the dunes

Walking down to the damp cavern

Slim hallways leading to low spaces, small-

Yet decorated to fit a king

The dust made its way to the sealed tomb

Air hard to breathe

Yet every breath leads to wonder

Eyes squinting to see what lies ahead in dim light-

Magnificent sights ahead, yet hard to see.

The room ahead lie the sleeping treasure.

Clad in riches, untouched by time.

Unaware of modern invaders-

Piercing the perfect dunes that hid

Treasure for centuries.

Resting in the sands of time,

The pharaoh rests, Unaware

Hs kingdom has turned to dust

Those around him rest as well,

Below the dunes.