Sonnet #1
Curator's Note:
Readers will easily see that I am teaching myself to write poetry. I tried one with metered verse, a couple of days ago. Shakespeare and Edna St. Vincent Millay have nothing to fear from me but, as they say, you can't hit the ball if you don't step into the pocket. (Hmm...or is it you can't evade the rush unless you step up to the plate?)
Regardless, this is my first sonnet. Written with typical Krothian irreverence.
Sonnet # 1
by Michael Kroth, Poet
Soft were his hands his breath and full demeanor
Soft skin, slight sin. Perhaps, risky behavior
His eyes looked right, so bright, now had he seen her
My heart, stay strong. Stay and never waiver
His eyes locked mine, piercing their deep,
now with full attention
His toes sought mine beneath the heated cover
My thoughts now strayed, turned to places,
that I'll never mention
Anticipating neck and arms and legs,
that tongue,
and what I'd soon discover
He licked my ear, and pawed my lips, and quickly nuzzled up
and then his hairy face brushed mine and I began to giggle
He's knows he's such a precious boy
this pretty little pup
And now his hind leg toes just touching mine
slowly began to wiggle
I love him more than any handsome man
But 'specially more than dog-faced, dodgy, dogged,
That unwelcome lapdog Dan
