Johnny Sumler Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 24

She seems to me a street car named desire
The way mens lust travel torward her commute
Not even weeks of rain can put out fire
That grows, enchanted by her tempting root

Unconscious of her charm does she seduce
Sober mens minds, and those saucy and numb
Herself, a victim of mental abuse
Yet of her sex-appeal do men succumb

For as with wine, so is her pleasure bought
Though she proclaims herself a "Southern belle"
And as with men, no pride has ever brought
Her tender care to heal her mind that's frail

To you, my dear, no matter how unchaste
Know of thyself, and let not thyself waste

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Andrea Dietrich August 29, 2011 at 11:34 PM hmmm, now whom might this southern belle be? someone on Soup?

Kash Poet August 17, 2011 at 4:10 PM An insightful Sonnet...enjoyed.Thanks for your inspiring words at my page.

Sara Kendrick August 17, 2011 at 3:25 PM Very perceptive and expressive work...Most people dont' know or understand that a woman most of the time is a product of abuse that causes her to be what she is when it comes to being unchaste..Enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for the kind reviews of my work..Sara

Elizabeth Wesley August 16, 2011 at 10:41 PM I never saw the film Johnny but your words give an intriguing picture of seduction. I think a brilliant verse!

Carolyn Devonshire August 16, 2011 at 2:33 PM Johnny, I actually played the role of Blanche in Streetcar Named Desire back in college. You surely captured her personality and spirit in this poem. Thanks for your kind words. Love, Carolyn

Carolyn Devonshire August 16, 2011 at 5:46 AM Much of what you write could indeed pertain to the character of Blanche DuBois in Williams' "Streetcare named desire." She seemed to be so frail, living in a world of denial, but still trying to seduce men. It's almost as if she felt incomplete without one. Very thought-provoking sonnet, Johnny. Love, Carolyn

Frank F. Atanacio August 15, 2011 at 8:52 AM wow I loved it.. simple as that I loved it!

Chiquitachiamaka Baity August 15, 2011 at 7:48 AM wonderful sonnet Johnny....beautiful....thanks for sharing......luv chiquita