Proclaim, O Fall, a day of feast! Carouse
most grand before the eulogy is read,
where Summer robed in ashes bows her head,
and Winter mourns his harvest of drab vows.
Let leaves who linger on your autumn boughs,
in tapestries of regal gold and red,
fly swift like gods with torches lit and spread,
while season's flames of honor crown their brows!
No longer are your buds as plush as Spring!
Bewail them not! Your perfume charms us yet.
I wail because we dragged you by the hair
and treated you as if a passing fling,
then laid the cinder blocks with firewood set,
and bound you to an altar stripped and bare!
Author notes
Petrarchan (or Italian) sonnet
A contest entry
- Friends of Form Contest # 3 Sonnets by Glenda L Hand.
300 points, ended October 4, 2006, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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haunting
I was haunted by the spell of words as each evoked an image, personifying autumn with life and colors..
I do dare to dream in this autumn path here.
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Hmm...
Reading this...enjoying every word...every thought...and the whole image...it made me wonder something. Now, have you ever considered the fact that you should publish a book or something of your poetry? I mean, with the poems you write...surely you know that you should be published? I love this poem...would sell my soul to write one as good as this...maybe some day you'll give a free class on AP. -
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Thank you for commenting. How kind you are! I would love to compile a Victorian journal of flower and nature poems to leave to my children when I pass on. Huggies, ♥ Belle
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Thank you, Mairi, for visiting; you are most kind.
Belle
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Beautiful, Belle. It has an unfinished feel to it, and maybe that is only right because nature is both premanent and transient. It is a dance, and delightfully archaic. Thanks for drawing this to my attention.
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Thank you again, Glenda, for the gold trophy. I poured my soul into this one. Luv, ♥ Belle
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She smiles and applauds. Thank you for your entry. Glenda
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Simply beautiful
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Thank you, Susie, for commenting. I love Autumn and truly enjoyed reading your Autumn etheree (she was a beauty!). Fall hasn't really kicked in here yet either (Georgia) but not to fear, she will surely come. Huggies, Belle
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Oh ma belle, it is so beautiful, I am in awe of it. I am not very good at sonnets, and only tried it once. I am never sure of the rhythmic patterns. Yours shows a beautiful picture of fall-the glory of the leaves turning color, and their sad demise at the end.
In about one more week it will look like this here, the pretty aspect of being on the East Coast. (I am further north then you I think)
I wish you good luck in the contest, you have captured the moment of autumn in a very grand form.
Susie -
Bravo!
Fluid and absolutely wonderful in every way! A fine Italian sonnet! Bravo! Bravo! -
Dear sis, I may not churn out a poem every other day because I am very particular with the quality of my poetry. Okay!! I'm busted!!! As I have told others, I will homeschool you, too, dahling. I can't teach imagery. You have that licked anyway! I can share with you my limited knowledge of meter. After a barrage of headaches and practice, practice, practice-- the light finally came on! Trust it never dims! LOL By the way, 'Summer' is snubbed at me and pouting for I've neglected her. She is on my 'to do list,' though. Luv, ♥ Belle
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Dear Ron, I see you are buttering up the judge with that 'oddquain' expression! Ha! Thank you for critiquing this. With much fondness, Ma ♥ Belle
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Dearest niece, You found me out! Just a little sonnet bait for you. I will reel in you one day and have you writing sonnets in 'no time flat.' I will gladly relinquish my title to you (ha! like I have one!!) LOL Luv you, Auntie ♥ Belle
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This is an "Oddquain" of address to Fall. I think your lines are beautiful in passion, rhythm, rhyme, and coherence. The imagery suits well both season and form. I envy you your gift. Thank you Belle.
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from a beautiful heart...
Auntie Belle I think you must be the queen of sonnets, I'm always in awe of what you write and this is again is no exception
You give this poem a very personal feel like Autumn could return a conversation...this flows with the beauty of Autumn but with a kind of sadness, after all it's her last chance to show her last spectacular scene before shivering in the cold of winter...
I can't pick out any lines which excite me the most because there are way too many to list
I love the pic, I've used it myself in a poem recently...it inspires me to write everytime I look at it, just as it did to you...
I'm going to save the notes you have made in your author's box...they are educational to read and a big help for someone like myself who has never attemted to write a sonnet so thank you for the explanation...
Love you lots ~Lilac~
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Thank you for accommodating me in your contest, Glenda. I love sonnets (any form). My best, Belle
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Wonderful Belle, just wonderful. Oh this is going to be the hardest contest yet to judge. Thanks for your entry. Be blessed. Glenda
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