|Prompt For Poetic Bloomings (write of an outside influence; friend or teacher, etc)
Shakespearean Sonnet; 14 lines, Rhyme: abab;cdcd;efef;gg Meter: Iambic Pentameter.
"I was a weedy garden, overgrown"
There comes a time in any garden's scope
when magic may appear; so unexplained
and such a cultivator for my slope;
I called him "Mr. Snow", tho not his name.
Reminded me of tune from Carousel.
I kept my notebook with his accolades;
when humming it, the rhythm taught me well
and so my sonnets grew though in the shade.
I kept this teacher's approbation near;
his love for my fine Haiku tucked away
into a secret garden where no fear
could ever enter or find disarray.
Sometimes the weeds grow faster than the bloom
But from his patience came my metered tune.
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