I decided to make this the start of my sonnet since I never wrote one before. Haven't gotten the framework or meter down yet just working at the bare-bones of making 14 lines. rough draft.
Choir Director
She's the creation of Mary pre-Jesus.
Weights of poison butterflies scales in the pits
of your stomach when she leaves. Her laugh was
the sweet mosaic of two rain showers on opposite
ends of the earth tapping the
concrete in unison.
Could you have unshakable faith in that? Is that
too sacrilegious of the person whose voice makes
knees buckle. How an artery the size of a Volkswagen
is pinched with pinpricks that leak reasons to restore faith.
She’s as beautiful as 6 willows branches all lifting their heads
from prayer in unison.
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