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Italian Sonnet Ii Marriages and Mirages

They used to dream of a white picket fence
Around a little white three bedroom house
There were times at first when they had their doubts
Life together just didn't make much sense
But they scraped and struggled with no pretense
Both tried mightily to be a really good spouse
Children were born and love started to shout
They switched sides once on offense then defense
Then bought a brick home on top of a hill
With four bedrooms and a two car garage
Everybody had their own private room
The old house seemed to always have a chill
The white picket fence was just a mirage
Seems their marriage was just a mirage too

         

            an original poem by the "Poemdog"  Daniel Turner
                Italian Sonnet  ABBA  ABBA  CDE  CDE

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Jeannie Cronin

Date: 2/21/2016 9:55:00 AM

Hearts with scars of iron bars eventually build our own prison. I hope your heart is free to be captivated by love that will come again some day.

Daniel Turner
Date: 2/21/2016 10:29:00 AM

My dear, I'm not sure I'd recognize it if I saw it. Thank you for keeping your hopes up. I need all the help one can muster. I appreciate your visits. Not only do I get to look at your pretty photo, I get to visit with a very intelligent woman which brightens my day. Peace dear one:)