Yesterday evening I sat at my desk
to write some thoughts on ‘Serendipity’
’twas a challenge a dear friend had bequest
so it had to be worthy and witty.
My Sharpie lingered; the page stared blankly
as my eyes wandered across the blue room.
They gazed upon my Whovian family
and so my first sonnet began to bloom.
But when a writer begins their writing;
hidden metaphors begin to appear;
words start to link up, and start creating
a sonnet, that wasn’t meant to be here.
Heed this poets call; follow what you see
Alas, it could be… Serendipity!