Violet Sonnet
I am bad at rhyming! I know it’s in me because when I was a kid I loved writing rhyming poems (really corny stuff, if I can dig them up I’ll show you guys some time).
So I’ve been practicing my rhyming. This is kind of clunky but good enough to post, at least.
Sweet violet, known for shrinking mein,
Please do not fear, for I am plain
A traveler who on passing through
Was stricken by your vibrant hue.
Dear violet, turning with the wind,
I beg you not my pleas rescind
I only wish you would bestow
Upon my eyes your purest glow.
You blush! Sweet, I will not attack
Your modest beauty sacrosanct.
I find it charming you should be
The height of quiet propriety.
A little favor now, for me
Although I act familiarly
Allow me kneel and your stem bent
The better to partake your scent.
O violet dear, I wish to see
You closer, you wouldst not fight me
My fingers pull your waist lightly
Alack! My touch has plucked you free.
She was too delicate! Oh well.
Another one for my lapel.
You know how the old poets always had beautiful, introspective conversations with flowers and things like that. So I tried it myself. Turns out, after all my best and noblest efforts, I’m just a rapist, lol.
Sarah D. Silvey 