It's been awhile since I've had (some of) you in British Literature and studied the sonnet with you. I never though I could write one till someone issued the challenge. I was happy to discover that I had succeeded. So here, for your enjoyment, are some LOST sonnets--by that I mean some sonnets inspired by LOST. The sonnets are not LOST, else you could not read them here.

Mrs. Christian Shephard

She met him at a party Christmas Eve.
They stepped outside to watch the falling snow.
It took her scarce a moment to believe
She’d found the man she’d dreamed of long ago.

But all too soon her dream began to fade.
His shielded heart she could not fully pierce.
His guarded soul she never could invade.
His darkened mind grew cynical and fierce.

She’d hoped the son, blessed with his father’s mind,
Would touch the heart that seemed so scarred and seared.
When to his caring son he yet was blind,
His wife was forced to face what she had feared.

And when at last there came the final rift,
She sacrificed her husband’s greatest gift.

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The Love Quadrangle

Escaping to the jungle dense and green,
Jack, kneeling, hoped to straighten out his mind.
And wond’ring at a place he’d never seen,
He saw a face he judged to be most kind.

He asked for help to sew his open wound
And, smiling, Kate asked if he’d go for “black.”
And once these moments bound their hearts for good,
They looked ahead, but kept on looking back.

And Sawyer, hurt and lonely all his life,
Observed in Kate a spirit like his own,
And sought to win her proud and stubborn heart
But found small chance to be with her alone.

The battered cop stepped in where Kate refused.
Then Sawyer, winning, found he had been used.

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John Locke

Cast off by those who rightly called him “son”
(His father—calloused, cold, a heart unmoved;
His mother—fragile, frail, a mind undone)
He always felt his worth to be unproved.

A brilliant man with mind and senses keen,
His destiny still waiting to be claimed,
He worked at simple jobs with skills unseen,
And fought the stigma of his being maimed.

Australia beckoned as a shining hope
That he at last could be like other men.
With rugged life he knew that he could cope.
Denied his chance, he saddened once again.

Forced on a plane that never was to land,
When he revived, he found that he could stand.