Improvised Group Sonnet


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.