Sonnet 16
- Oh hey! Your soul is out again tonight.
- With winsome smiles and eyes bound to disarm,
- It sucks that you're cooped up and out of sight,
- While your other self looks for lives to charm.
- Where will she go this time around you think?
- The park? Lattés at that new coffee shop?
- A lounge where she'll find a suede couch to sink
- And relax to some sultry jazzy pop?
- Or maybe to J-Town for some shabu,
- And karaoke to let go some stress,
- Then to Downtown for some late night fondue,
- Indulging in a lovely chat no less.
- When dry life turns a monotone hue,
- Do let your soul dye the best parts of you.
Notes
After a lengthy chat with a certain Tajikistani friend of mind about working for "the man", I thoroughly convinced her not to make a decent living working a 9-5 and instead, follow whatever passion she had (I don't listen well enough to remember what those passions were ;) ). It's easy to get caught up and comfortable, which I'm finding myself doing now that most of my time is consumed working on things I don't necessarily want to work on, and the money is nice, but losing that part of you that makes life great is admittedly much much worse. And going "out" is not required to live, enjoying what's "out there" is. For me, I'm stuck on this damned sonnet thing. For you, cool relax and take this lovely world of ours in.
Some irregular line breaks and more colloquial language here. The heroic couplet aren't perfect iambs, but I think the meter fits the context of their respective lines. Nothing too special here cept for quite possibly the first usage of the word "karaoke" in a sonnet. Yes, I'm asian. I can't help it. Oh, and there's a cheesy play on words in the couplet.
— Huy on