In this week Friday Fictioneers Rochelle shares one of Rich Voza’s picture with us. Somehow I thought it was time to write a sonnet with you this week. No twist just poetry. But I’ve managed to tweak my iambs to exactly 100 words. I also decided to write it in second person, which is an interestin exercize in term of writing. I hope it speaks to you.
Friday Fictioneers are a growing community of bloggers who write a story around the same picture every week. If you want to join you just go to Rochelle Wysoff-Fields’ page. There is also a little blue guy at the bottom of this page that takes you directly to the other entries.
In setting sun you saw the airplane leave
You sat and thought the separation through
At first relieved, you started slowly grieve
The loss, was solitude you’d never knew
The setting sun was painting your melancholy
Within your memory replayed intense affair
From passionate to prestigious folly
And stupid, your engagement with au pair
In setting sun you slowly leave the gate
With heavy steps towards the exit walk
and then you realize yourself, you hate
so suddenly you’re racing with the clock