This original, quasi-Shakespearean sonnet, first developed in my sophomore year, aims to combine an ironic and darkly humorous commentary on the gracelessness and malaise that seem to pervade much of modern existence with just enough romantic sentimentalism to wash the bitter medicine (that is, the point) down the reader's throat. In retrospect I have somewhat mixed feelings about the actual success of either aspiration, but I nonetheless still find the poem entertaining and in places mildly insightful.
Let's look at lovers in old photographs,
Imagine for a moment that I am
Some Romeo just passing for some raff,
You Juliet in guise of modern ma'am.
Let's watch them as they dance into the night,
Pretend we do the same, pretend do more,
Replace with borrowed photons spent-up light,
Two gleeful and quotidian voyeurs.
Once was the day when I could be that boy,
Dashing and handsome and consumed with joy,
When you could be that lovely light-limbed girl,
Enchanted with the romance of the world.
We gave that airy carelessness of being
Up long ago, but it's delightful seeing.