I wrote a sonnet, which is something that most people don’t do unless they have a fetish for the 13th century.

Defined by its 14 lines and somewhat intricate rhyme scheme, the sonnet has been plaguing (no pun intended) English classes since it was invented.

Fiddle and Boots

Yesterday as I watched the gold sun set

thinking of the 2 a.m. spent with you—
laughing and strolling, I seemed to forget
time can’t stop, so without further adieu
let’s keep on sharing friendship and poems,
coffee and tea, the scribbles of Ginsberg

Sometimes we cry—eyes tear and we sew ’em

My vision of last night’s two-step and blurred
dance and laugh with me, ’til the pavement end—
big skies, trembling leaves and my freezing toes,
any work of art that I’ve ever penned,
sings of these things, so it’s this I propose:

Loving someone doesn’t follow a trend..
it’s okay to hold hands with your best friend.

Want to go steady with elephant?

Editor: Bryonie Wise

Photo: courtesy of the author