Induction
The deep green lawn chair
is my car seat today.
It tips in the curves unless
you center your weight.
Everyone says it's
clearly not safe.
There is no seatbelt,
nothing to tether you.
The brakes are slamming
on purpose this time.
I may fly scared out of my seat,
but the surrounding laughter calms me.
Today was the day of my induction-
the loved tradition of the family van.
This is an initial stab at a sonnet structure. Please let me know if you have any suggestions for improvement. I am currently contemplating making every line ten syllables, since several lines already meet that requirement and it would create a more unified look for the poem, but I struggle because I enjoy some of the line breaks that are currently in place. I actually had the most trouble with the last line, because I wanted something that would help the summary and yet express the importance of the event. Again, suggestions are greatly appreciated.