[honestly, this attempted sonnet is solely possible due to continual guidance and patience by both Judyanne & Rula]

a forward step and two or more in hind
it may not ever happen but I'll strive
iambic feet may never get to five
it's not my fault I fall so much behind

a rainbow seems to hold a pot of gold
I keep on chasing them with fingers crossed
I'll find a golden goose or count my loss
may luck befriend me 'fore my feet go cold

When you were just a little child
you left your door part open
so I could always watch you
if ever you were frightened
I could quickly cross the threshold
be right there
and you would be consoled

the doorway to heaven
is not mine to pass through
for now
but, with love and determination
you left it ajar
so I could still see
when I have fear
where you are

.

When you were young
And travelled buoyant on
the air,

When you bore beauty,
yet were a little easier
to bear

When, you had a keen rasping
sigh,

And scarce knew how
to tell a lie,

In substance, when you,
were smaller in humility, yet holier than now,

And love was boundless
regardless of how

Life’s purpose went, demanding definition
there you were:

In a constellation, with all the others,
yet brighter than any above us,

the daunting rays shimmer 
the moonlight in your tears
while the bloomless days of april
mirror the state of your fears

when creepy shadows peep
through the window of our glee,
winter's tattered memories
ponder the spring in your spree

while rampant chords echoed
our nuptial chants that night,
malice invaded languidly
the placid moment's plight

how graciously in defeat
along the mortal crest
passion in one fatal heave
splashed to shattered, labored rest

the obsession of getting a sonnet right
is like a step forward then two in hind
in hope I fall then rise again to grind
along the murky route in failing light

the clouds of doubt keep drifting by
a gentle breeze arousing a sigh
renewed hope briefly soaring high
before it's time to bid a sad bye

delicate the brush
the plastic fluff
of a corporate
department logo
like a chain
opening its
great silent roar

Tilted the mirror
watching
I sitting
on the edge
a bed
A television
silent mime
plays

You show me
happy serious
the eyeliner
and daube

I remember
the city lions
the leaves
red as the
flames

gaurding a
walk hidden
by the great
brooding
canopy like
the big top

some say we’re just a freak of nature’s growth
that sentience is solely due to this
and rational, scientific brains are loath
to even contemplate a future bliss

they say that when we die we’re finished, past
from dust we come and so to dust return
there’s nothing in this world that’s made to last
and truth beyond, we simply can't discern

although, it’s true, from here has gone his spark
while sat in tranquil introspective thought
his love has borne me down that tunnel dark
and peaceful, blest illumination brought