a study toward sonnet #445 by FisherKingKQJ
I felt at a loss but had lost nothing,
I felt envious of a woman unknown,
I felt a terrible yearning for something
Which seemed to exist as an undertone.
He was vainglorious, also overblown,
Also mercurial, sullen and bellicose,
When his charming side was shown,
He'd navigate friends, associates, or foes.
His casual flirting was the start of woes-
He talked in passing of his sweet fiancee
To bait me into double bind angst throes,
Implied I was homing in - keep away!
He caught my arm air stabbing furious,
Our kisses made philosophy spurious.
(Chorus)
He caught my arm air stabbing furious.
He caught my arm air stabbing angry.
He caught my arm air stabbing livid.
[Proof of concept for a 3d interactive movie autocue called: Autocube3.]
[445 sonnets published, 555 to go, to roll G*.c*m. Haha hehe huhu.]