I am trying on a new style of poetry. I should say that it is new to me but quite old in its original form and, that form is the Sonnet. I guess there’s nothing else to say so with hope, away we go!
I love you more than I see you capable of.
I empty my soul; sharing all I am, freely.
You share, what you share, unequally.
She adores me, but it is not love.
I know I am heart and soul: caught!
I feel like you are only lightly tied
A balloon held by a child wide-eyed.
Perhaps there is a lesson to be taught?
I know my love, you will come to see
That a happy, loving future, is what will be.
Out here, on the road
Those who love me,
for my return.
I’m tired of the dusty road.
Want warmth and home,
out here traveling,
silently I roam.
Sing the song,
play the game,
do my work with aplomb;
Oh I can’t wait
to be home.
There my shelter lies.
There my heart lives and dies.
There you lie,
Soon I will be there.
Lying beside you;