Charlie’s fuss (petrarchan sonnet)

Again, a pale at the glimpse of Charlie’s fantasy,
Induces saline fluids in pace,
A “hallow” and apace.
Within his thoughts lie an antonym piracy,
But it seems like a fallacy.
As his muse passes his face,
His guts hide and erase.

“Fund” was a hindrance,
An unsolicited guest,
It lead to his dexterity impotence.
Like an ambiance,
The challenge was an infest,
Though, his success and failure would be a compatible alliance.

13 thoughts on “Charlie’s fuss (petrarchan sonnet)

  1. Hello Ken

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  2. Hi
    Thank you. I am happy to see your wonderful poem. It gives me a thoughtful thinking and amΒ  happy for that. That is always my intention to see a post that gives me happiness.

    Am happyΒ  to share at least a part of that happiness and love here as am commenting now.

    Well, If I wish to be happy is inevitable to keep the vibes flowing.



    Peace ✌and Love ❀

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