EXPERIMENTAL SONNETS (1)

As part of my current desire to dabble in poetic forms, I thought I'd experiment with the structure of the sonnets and see what emerged (if I've understood the structures correctly). The results are a mish-mash of ideas (and maybe even a bit of a mess) built around the theme of fire and probably need a lot of work, but they're kind of interesting explorations of an embarrassing, self-indulgent something or other that remains undefined and which would probably embarrass the average angst-filled adolescent, and ought not to be taken too seriously.

That said, it IS National Poetry Day, so...

(1) Angry fires

I’ve waited so long to get some success

Despite my total lack of ambition

And yet I dislike (I have to confess)

Life passing by without recognition

Or becoming an object of desire

Although I know there was never a chance

Of me lighting up a stranger’s lust fire

To think about a moment’s dalliance

Whilst others who have done me wrong

Never seem to get their just desserts

Whilst I was left to just bumble along

So that perhaps is what most truly hurts -

And I’ll still head up to those pearly gates

Hoping ev’rything comes to he who waits