Oh, there are much better ones in my blog list.

I enjoy composing them but most on here don't have any idea, or care for literature. But sonnets were never written to impress others, just the writer.

See. This is my point. Who knew? After so many of our less than friendly conversations, we have found a common interest. I'm sure you never knew that there was a 'bartender' in this town that rarely consumes alcohol (aggravates the reflux) and that has read the Decameron. Just goes to show that if you're willing to look close enough, often you'd be surprised what you can find in a person.

You are right. Writing should never be to impress others, it loses it's honesty then. When the writer uses his/her hearts expression, writing without false bravado and with honesty....the reader will be engaged.

Here's one I wrote for my husband a few years ago. It's one of my favorites because I wasn't trying to rhythm, count syllables, or force a style.

As each day is sewn to the next,
Hand stitched into a quilt of yesterdays -
Endowing, bestowing, becoming
That which envelops our life -
I have loved you.

As each wrinkle, permanent and earned
Erodes into a relic of
Wisdom and substance -
Surviving, enduring, overcoming
That which challenges our lives -
I have loved you.

As each child flourishes
Into adulthood from a sacred seed -
Breeding, brooding, becoming
That which continues our life -
I have loved you,
I will always love you.

- Shannon Dawn Duzan

"A mother never forgets her bird, though in another tree. She looks down just as often and just as tenderly." - Emily Dickinson