~~~~~
I met a poetess who is a clown
Cheryl or Magic Lady’s her screen name
Within her clown pockets she guards her tricks
Upon her face she paints a red/white frown
Bringing smiles to faces is her game
My pain within me she attempts to fix
Magic Lady sits and strums a canjo
An instrument resembling a banjo
I begin to awake and come around
Back to reality, my angel stands
As my clown joyously jumps up and down
Her belief in God -- let us understand
In my life -- is a survivor’s bargain
She sings: It only takes an outstretched hand!



maybe I should try writing sonnets...(I suck at rhyming though; have to work on that)...thanks for inspiring me.
I liked this form from the first time I saw it in the magazine, I am a sonnet writer and this one was intriguing, it was using the Italian Tera Rime form with the end of the Shakespearian heroic sonnet in the middle of the sonnet, this gave way for presenting the first argument in the first sestet, with a complete separate thought in the couplet and then joining the two together in the second sestet. I will be challenging myself to a few more of these. Thanks for the comments. Gregg 


. They are always in service for others. I particularly liked your second last line.



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