I was reading Samuel Taylor Coleridge's essay on Romeo and Juliet and I wrote a sonnet.
I have written some before but they are awful. Here it is:
Ode to the passes of the symmetry,
that revere in greatness and in grandness-
taught with the sameness of the hand,
I revere your heart, you cometh less!
Hark! Devil’s cruel hand! That gaveth
the dew that tarnishes the land-
a bitter dream of revelation,
a begotten hand,
a bird perches near a ledge,
and eats all the berries from the hedge.
The trees are bare; the sounds fold,
churning the water of tarnished gold.