Italian Sonnet

One of my attempts at an italian sonnet.  I have been working on using form poetry as a conversation, in a large-scope view that we can find poetry - real, formed, honest poetry - in every day life, and I don't know how many people believe that anymore.


Nothing More
by Matt Catania

The white blank and the drudgery of it

The feeling of shame: it is nothing more

The person to blame: it is nothing more

Than white blank - and the drudgery of it.

The heart blank and the emptiness of it

The letters that came: it is nothing more

The reeling, the flame: it is nothing more

Than heart blank - and the emptiness of it.

The tears that fell full of compassion fell

The hearts that were broken well were broken

-              It is nothing more than inspiration.

The white blank tells no story.  Tells it well.

The heart blank passes through life unspoken.

-              It is nothing more than desperation.