Reborn in triple spiraling egress
and pixilated fragments of green-grey;
sequestered states and saturated fray-
that splinter through a winter of distress.
Sound resonates in threaded tenderness
as hues of evening’s treason slip away,
unwind the brine of moon’s naiveté;
pure sentiments and essence coalesce.
Ennobled minds can’t reason or diffuse
the imprints sifted off the surface vault.
Induction lifts our canvas through the sky,
to catapult in rapture’s heightened views-
suspended in this fluid somersault;
exalt in all, renewing you and I.
Italian (Petrarchan) sonnet
consists of 14 lines, each line containing ten syllables and written in iambic pentameter, in which a pattern of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable is repeated five times. the a-b-b-a, a-b-b-a pattern became the standard for Italian sonnets. For the sestet there were two different possibilities: c-d-e-c-d-e and c-d-c-c-d-c,