Johnny Sumler Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 41

To my eyes that befriends assumptions art,
Of seeing what the mind wants me to see,
Blink now and tell me that my lover's heart,
Will not wander and walk away from me.

Bitter beyond beliefs, her heart I blame,
Of breathing thoughts; romance with other men.
Giving my all, gambling this guilty game...
A sin with-in I'll never seem to win.

Flowers of April showers fall to grass,
As franticly I frown myself the fool.
Yet after years would grow upon the glass,
She would reveal her dark unfaithful wool.

Now numb and void, I always will perceive,
To be or not to be what I believe.

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Andrea Dietrich April 5, 2012 at 10:25 PM oooh, I loved the to be or not to be at the end. YOu worked it in so cleverly in this tragic love sonnet, Johnny.

Elizabeth Wesley March 27, 2012 at 10:22 AM Hi Johnny, You are right up to snuff with your sonnet; sadness of unfaithfulness is always a winning subject and you pull the emotion in this one. Luv, Elizabeth