Hurricanes:
I'll put hurricanes in a jar,
And conquer the sobs of this life.
Reviving dead pieces of life,
I'll travel back to clouds afar.
Storms will gather at eagle's eye
And winds shall hear a whistling coup.
Kerfuffles will hoo-ha the blue,
And Woo shall cry the birds and I.
I love the surge that make a storm,
Calm when all life is hiding breath.
But then, the tropics are lukewarm,
Like these emotions when they roam.
Fly low, go high, some lost in death,
But deep down I know I'll be home.
#sonnet #tetrameter #iambic
I'll put hurricanes in a jar,
And conquer the sobs of this life.
Reviving dead pieces of life,
I'll travel back to clouds afar.
Storms will gather at eagle's eye
And winds shall hear a whistling coup.
Kerfuffles will hoo-ha the blue,
And Woo shall cry the birds and I.
I love the surge that make a storm,
Calm when all life is hiding breath.
But then, the tropics are lukewarm,
Like these emotions when they roam.
Fly low, go high, some lost in death,
But deep down I know I'll be home.
#sonnet #tetrameter #iambic