Italian (Petracchan) Sonnet

Based on a writing prompt for a secret crush.

Madness Beats

My madness beats

Your conventional tune.

My madness beats

Your house-proud broom.

My madness beats

“I’ll see you soon.”

My madness beats

Your promise under the liar’s moon.

Because my madness beats.

—By A.E. Wallace 

Haiku : Moongazing

Haiku: Yellow

Strong & courageous, 

My Sun shines from my belly.

I accept myself.

— A.E.W.

“Catch & Release”: A Villanelle

It was a barbless hook.

Erroneous as this belief may be,

might be why you tore loose.

Although that day was clear,

I was blinded by tears and I could not see

it was a barbless hook.

You swam up to me so dear,

risking all to be with me!

Might be why you tore loose.

In your eyes, there was no fear;

All risk was yours and I was free.

It was a barbless hook.

Through play and fight, there was always that jeer,

you were so blithe to how you hurt me.

Might be why you tore loose.

You left me alone on that pier;

Heart, soul, hands and basket empty.

It was a barbless hook.

Might be why you tore loose.

—AEW 23/05/2017

 

Haiku: Integrity

Clouds crawl across sky,

Willow whips in wilful woe;

But I just stand still.
— by A.E. Wallace 

The Daze of Days Boxed Up

Do not fit me in your box;

That box of how life is supposed to be —

That box is not for me.
Many a box up in the loft–

Dusty pages, faded photos, old coats,

Boxes filled with forgotten notes.
Your space is full of box.

A box fortress life.

Yet your head is full of strife.
Only this box full of my things,

One I brought over the sea

I will carry out and be free.

–by A. E. Wallace 

Haiku Number 9

Transendental sighs,

Light years separate our hearts.

Tomorrow is now. 

–AEW

String Theory vs. Socks

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Haiku: An Answer

​Might be I love him;

The seasons turn so often.

Best not to question.

By A.E.W