Today, I began discussing sonnets with my writing class and developed this example as a guide….
The space between by all accounts betrays,
divides the ones who wonder why they went.
Confused, misused, mislead, confined all day,
unsure how salty language had been sent.
The view from up above came from the sky,
engulfed the place, our space, we made our home.
Upon our faces said the warmth, “goodbye”,
behind the solar shade she chose to roam.
Like dawn the crisp cold curse crawled in the sheets,
as numbness crept along its fearless fight.
The heat escaped the lifeless frame sans beats;
the calm and docile thoughts in mind that might…
The cause became the life forever bound;
the speed of light pronounced, and it was sound.