25 Mar 2007, 3:25 pm
I don't see an original poetry threrad, so let's start one. Here's a Shakespearean sonnet I wrote for my wife in December, 11 days after getting diagnosed at age 48. I'm writing a verse prequel to Romeo and Juliet right now, so I'm really into iambic pentameter. 
An Aspie Sonnet for My Beloved
Terry Kroenung
12/24/06
The hostile world hath made a harsh decree
That passions must be worn upon thy sleeve;
Emotions, drunken sailors running free,
Careen about and threat to make me grieve.
For all do know that I may not express
My truest feelings, hidden joys, and cares;
This eye dares not your loving face caress,
And tongue of mine a tender word ne'er dares.
Yet surely you, my goddess of the moon,
Sense mine idolatry that waxeth bright;
From deep inside this grayed soul’s cocoon
My colour’d passions mount to godly height!
Although't appears that I've an empty heart,
It bleedeth sorrow when we are apart.
tinky
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25 Mar 2007, 3:32 pm
