Inspired by a friend, I have decided to try my hand at writing a sonnet. This may be a foolish attempt – in fact, I feel quite intimidated – but what the heck . . .

The Seas

Of seas roar’d and toss’d, in semblance of fury,

Where depths hint at life and feed connection.

Porcelain hands speak of lust and worry;

It steals my breath and echoes rejection.

My own can hold back the spindrift in time,

But it scrapes my heart; left chisel’d again.

The stars shine upon a man in h...