Compositions: Two Sonnets

1. Spring (Shakespearean Rhyme Scheme)

Harsh winter winds become gentle breezes

The sound of emptiness gradually fills

A drastic change is evident in the seasons

As white melts into green on the hills


Time passes slower, and new plants bloom   

housing sweet melodies of the open air

A cloudless blue sky replaces the dreary gray gloom

a kingdom that the birds must share


Stuffy, heated rooms exchange for a clean, fresh scent

The dry prison walls limiting human’s free spirit

and the dreary atmosphere, gone, as if an angel was sent

While cheery, bright-eyed animals make an appearance


It is this time where nature begins anew

signalling new opportunities mankind should pursue.



2. Autumn (Petrarchan Rhyme Scheme)

Bright hues begin to dull down again

As days of freedom and relaxation dwindle

And hard work and determination rekindle

Our focus and learning mindset retrained


Summer heat dies down, a cool breeze remains

As life, plants and animals collectively shrivel

Fallen shrubbery, browning vegetation as a symbol

that Change is near, and nothing is retained.


The crisp air brings the scent of trees

a reminder of our shortened hours

As the temperature drops in degrees,

so do the petals of bright flowers

Dreary gloom returns as does unease

Hinting that bitter winter will soon be in power.


Compositions: Imitating an Author’s Style (George Gordon + William Carlos Williams)

|| Lord Byron (George Gordon) Style

A Childish Love

Her beauty like the glorious day,

so sweet, subtle yet stunningly bright,

soft like March’s drizzling spring sprays.

Her beauty like the elusive night,

like stars’ twinkling in their special way,

like the moon casting a soft overlight


The air of elegance she controls,

an icon of power she renders.

She who stands confidently alone,

blossoms in her brilliant splendor.

Her features, from the flesh to the bone

perfect; and her nature so tender.


Her humility ever present,

with a heart so passionate and kind.

Joy radiates in her presence,

a blessing amongst mankind.

Admiration for her, apparent

And my love for her so blind.



|| William Carlos Williams Style

An Entry

A new day should be

a blank page

waiting for new words

to be written.


But not today–

my time

was wasted

accomplishing nothing

waiting for