Two Friends At Sin’s Door: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

Two friends
now stand at the same door
I had once entered
and exited, before.

One is heading out.
One might go in.
One is fleeing darkness.
One might embrace sin.

She who is leaving,
(as I also learned,)
knows the folly of entering;
knows evil should be spurned.

I will weep for joy as the one comes out,
and cry in anguish ‘til the other turns about.

Who Are You And Where And Why? Revolutionary Blogging Rhyming Poetry

You view me
from Romania
and Australia
and Algeria
and India
and South Africa
and Russia
and throughout
North and South
America,
and sometimes,
mon,
the islands,
Jamaica,
and Barcelona
and ahhhh,
I don’t know who
you
are,
or why
you
read
my work,
or what search
brought you over the see
to see
me
and my poetry.

Can’t you just
check in?
Say a few words
about the words
I’ve written?
Explain
why we crossed paths?
So I don’t have to wonder
what wander
brought you
to connect
with me
one way only?

Take a chance!
Connect! Trust!
(Unless you’re from France.
Then we’ll speak of Jerry Lewis.)