’Tis the shard of glass you wield That will slice into my dignity Cutting me where flesh does not yield Whenever you have the opportunity I may have wronged you in the past But sir, it was not intentional Onerous aspersions I did not cast Although my actions unconventional I provided you with an inch of suggestion And you expropriated a mile of my generosity A proposal in the form of a rhetorical question Does not qualify you for any reciprocity
I say I love you, you say you love me more We do not agree, and so we argue until evermore
Come drink from my silver cup of love and taste the nectar of the gods Listen to the coo of the mourning dove Perched on the bough defying the odds 'The wine will relax your tenseness' Said he assuredly to the young maiden She turned, aware of his immenseness His weight the look of the heavily laden She accepted the drink with pleasure As he guided her to the place under the tree She noticed in her cup the very large measure 'Why sir', she said, 'is all of this for me?'
'Please my dear, drink it down it will help you' As he purposely plied her with Satan’s brew
In response to: DVerse Poets Meeting at the Bar hosted by Bjorn Tonight Bjorn is hosting and has challenged us to write a Sonnet. This is my first attempt at the form. I chose a Shakespearean sonnet which has a rhyme scheme in three quartets followed by a couplet (containing the volta) as follows.
ABAB CDCD EFEF Ending with the Concluding couplet GG
