Sestina number two, also written for an English class:


He waited patiently for inspiration to create
A masterpiece. It soon became
An obsession, peering out of a squinting eye,
The passion within remained hidden.
It was impossible to contain the life
In him, energy and spirit burst through the roof.

The blast scattered invisible dust all over the roof
Of each surrounding building, exploding creativity,
A crowd stood in awe, questioning their own lives.
This love was such a bri... read more

This is a Sestina I wrote for an English class:


She desired more than anything to be a part
Of the fluid scenery, to drift like the floating
Particles in the wind. The falling leaves
Slowly settled on the ground, their journey
Complete. The tree was grand, it stood
Like royalty among the wild flowers, making

It appear to be their king. She couldn’t make
Her heart stop wanting. The tall grass parted
For her as she skipped up to the standing
Tree. She was so graceful, she seeme... read more