At the Poetic Forms workshop, I attempted to write a sonnet. Inspired by a recent video of my grandson taking his first steps at the beach, I wanted the poem to sound nursery rhyme–like.
D. C. Ace Marino,
such a cute bambino.
Crawling, crawling, eyes bright bebe
mouthing “Mama, Dada,” maybe.
Afternoons she wheels him to the beach,
the Atlantic Ocean soon in reach.
Sand in his mouth, sand in his nose,
One day at fourteen months, he rose.
Giddy, wobbly, he rushes headlong;
unsteady, falling, laughing, sing-song.
“Careful, careful,” she warns.
Waving sea shells, he yawns.
Domenick Christian Ace Marino,
More drunken sailor than bambino.