Will sonnets be the breath of life to raise
From waters deep where hands could never save?
And gift a fluttering from glowing eyes
And lips to part with words and knowing sighs
Til pulse and poetry so beat the same
The code of Morse that taps your very name
Where every pause, the parallel of press
Of finger tips, the metronome’s caress
Where rhythms of the heart can match the chord
That played again as once they played before
And be the song that morning meant to sing
Before it knew the fear of any sting
The breath that finally bid you cause to rise
From deep within the ocean of goodbyes
I think this is my first attempt at a sonnet. Granted, I don’t think they normally use seven back-to-back rhyming couplets, but oh well…I think it still qualifies since it’s fourteen lines and uses iambic pentameter even if it doesn’t use the generally accepted Petrarchan or Shakespearean rhyme schemes.