This poem was an experiment in sonnet writing that I did for a creative writing class. I find working within a strict poetic frame, especially for something like a sonnet, very hard so I tried to do my best and would love to know what you think!
BLUE DIAMOND HEART
When I was younger you kissed my soft hands
Told me a story of some time ago
Parks that were filled with songs of the Jazz bands
And with my skirts twirling, I said I know
That when you pulled out the blue diamond ring
You broke your heart in Chicago quickly
Tying up your life in dirty blue strings
Took buses to Georgia, walking briskly
To summer blooms that remind you of home
Mama’s iced tea filled up your hollow heart
Nights spend dancing with girls under the dome
And a promise you made in July starts
To bring out the yellow-purple star night
As with young hands I feel your broken plight.