I've written Limericks and Haiku, a Ghazal and a Cinquain but this is my first attempt at a Sonnet:
A Sonnet for the Moon
A Sonnet for the Moon
The moon is close and full, or will be soon;
I’m watching as it rises in the sky,
and I realize that I hate the moon
though I do not know, and cannot say why.
An uncertain promise of silver light,
waxing, waning, but still remaining cold;
youthful lovers may embrace through the night,
but I am lonely, and I have grown so old.
And you, who were my illumination,
my light in darkest nights, my radiance,
have, like wandering moon, changed and now shun
the one you once loved, and have no patience
for my words of love, and grief, and sorrow.
Like the moon, love’s brief and gone tomorrow.
I’m watching as it rises in the sky,
and I realize that I hate the moon
though I do not know, and cannot say why.
An uncertain promise of silver light,
waxing, waning, but still remaining cold;
youthful lovers may embrace through the night,
but I am lonely, and I have grown so old.
And you, who were my illumination,
my light in darkest nights, my radiance,
have, like wandering moon, changed and now shun
the one you once loved, and have no patience
for my words of love, and grief, and sorrow.
Like the moon, love’s brief and gone tomorrow.
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