As summer shudders gently to a close,
The leaves bend, colour, and wither in repose,
Autumn's hurried footsteps are growing near,
With winter whispering ruefully in her ears,
His tears formed of frigid frailty gracing,
Newly risen spring's tresses in bloom,
Summer fades fast at autumn's chastening,
Winter returns bringing his gloom.
Seasons whirl about the fledgling romance,
Watching and waiting with swirling, weathered faces,
Full of fearful wonder while they dance,
Putting the young lovers through their paces,
In this unending wheel they lay in wait,
Forbidden lovers, twisted up in fate.
Author notes
This piece is part of my Creative Writing final project...it's supposed to be a sonnet, but I think my meter is off. ><;
Oh well...
[Option 5 and kinda 4 ^^;]
Written June 11th, 2006
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I'm not gonna say anything about meter, seeing as I couldn't do it to save my life. But the poem is really amazing and I love the picture that you paint. Great job and good luck in the contest!
<3 Jenerali -
This is very beautiful, and I love the last two lines! I cant write a sonnet to save my life so props to you even if the meter is off!The idea, and imagery behind this is beautiful...Im using that word alot tonight! HAHA! A good sign! Anyway, I really enjoyed this! Good luck, and thank for entering!
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The Queen -
I was counting syllables then, some have ten some more and some less, I find an easy way to keep with iambic pentameter when writing sonnets or indeed other forms like triolets, villanelles etc and blank verse, is to stick to a count of ten syllables per line, it doesn't always work with ip, but most of the time it will
Spill ink and twist me into the shape of love...
Edited on Jun 11, 1:07 p.m. because ''. -
This is really good. Thanks for entering!
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