Improvised Group Sonnet
By Terri Witek’s reading lyric class
Our love is never but truly divine.
What hours could be always after pain?
Lets drink until time melts into wine.
There undoubtedly we will have shame.
With power wilting we go underground.
Never thought we’d end tonight in court.
How can I start a story so profound
except by recanting our love’s retort?
Afterwards our souls stay existential.
Beauty’s changing lie forever looks
immortal. Our lives without potential
remain handicapped—a page-less book.
Clenched with magnificent lustful strife,
we determined our fate before the knife.