A.E. Rivenbark Poet Sonnet

Oblivion

Hurling toward oblivion we go
Down! Down the rabbit hole, hear soft whispers
White furry lies and long in the whiskers
We’re all mad here but only for show

So drink the potion we've sold our soul for
we can not turn back the clock has now stopped
On off beaten path we've ran, skipped, and hopped
Make yourself shrink, fit the ideal door

Wild tea parties, bags gathering like storms
We play many grey parts, some tragedies 
Our logic false, perform dark comedies
Cold dread ripens to soothe hearts as it warms

Crawling up the wellspring a leaking sink
We soon perish, gone in a flash, a blink


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Now I meant this to be a sonnet, but I've not quite mastered iambic pentameter

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James Kelley March 9, 2014 at 12:25 AM "cold dread ripens to soothe hearts as it warms" ..I really like that. You created some really strong visuals here

David Williams March 8, 2014 at 10:59 AM A.E. I like the theme and although you have the format of a sonnet it does not need to be Iambic pentameter, as long as it flows well and drips off the tongue it will fall into the contemporary sonnet region.....David