Way back when I was still at school I had a bit of a thing for iambic pentameter for a while, and sonnets. This isn't a sonnet, nor is it completely faithfully in iambic pentameter wither. However, I remember well when I wrote it - another cold April, snow among other things...
bland white moments of loneliness i ponder
a concentrated mind allowed to wander
wings its way to far, distorted scenes -
mere creations of these frightened dreams?
tired eyes pursue each short mortality
imagination lost and reaching for reality
the sweet snow falls, these reveries to take -
your face reflected in each transient flake
© Naomi Madelin 1989