Sonnet: Foot at the Base of the Mountain
Continuous semi-parodies of body-part sonnets
Like a mountaintop thunderstorm I write
to patronize and Petrarchize over your foot
yes your foot/ which is where my verses end
just like the way the mountain’s thunderstorm
rushes to its base/ so the earthen dew
beneath your toe and plant of the pod stand
pedicured in clammy cave of shoe-pot
registering each step as the imprint on
the bottom of your sock that once was white
All this gets praised by my poetry when you
walk your easy graceful walk/ grounded in the dirt
your feet felt the foundation of roots steeped
in mud/ at the base of the mountain
wind-swept kiss placed on the tip of your toe
About the Creator
Rob Angeli
sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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Well put together! 👏🏼