"Sonnet and Limerick"
The window appeared cracked last night
Smiling a crooked grin, hiding in the shade
Visible only as the moon hit it’s frame
Shimmering like an ocean in the light
The street lamp looked crooked this evening
Bent out of shape, reaching for something
It’s slender neck stretching for nothing
Metal embraced wood, a mixture of meaning
The dance. The walts. The winding ways
The dead end road continues for miles
Until the path is beaten to the brink
The garden was ravaged today
The park was absent of smiles
Today the well was not well enough to drink
She was picture perfect in her frame
Sequin stem and petal, a rose by any name
But she came with thorns
Her eyes forlorn
Though our stories were plotted the same
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