A sudden flash of blue red pinioned wings
Macaws fly above the forests canopy in bloom.
Their squawking, loud across the jungle rings,
In protest at the fast approaching gloom.
Great trees crash down, smoke billows up
The forest floor is burnt and strangely dark.
The birds seek out the deepest jungle tracts
Where “civilization” has yet to make its mark.
Far from mans relentless need for teak
They perch above the forest floor on high
And from abundant fruits their evening meal seek,
Whilst orange sunset flames their tropic sky
But how many days will the sun set on
Before their forest home is, forever gone.
Author notes
My second ever poem. I like the sonnet form but find it hard to master.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I would love to attempt a sonnet one day when I have the patience and courage... this is beautiful, you captured the nature in this write so perfectly in your imagery
Karen
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I read this poem once (can't remember by whom or what it was called) that said a sonnet was clever and well-written when the reader didn't know the poem was a sonnet. Well, I did know because of the title, but it didn't stick out like a sore Shakespeare. I also really like how the second stanza breaks to the scheme.
And except for the two missing apostrophes, one absent comma, and one extra comma (grammar is just my 'thing'
), I really like this, especially the descriptive parts relating to the parrots and lines 11-12.
I was actually just thinking yesterday how sad I'll be when my town becomes as urban as the city I just moved from. You can't outrun progress. Can't stand in the way of it, either, or you get bulldozed.
This is one form I've yet to try. For some reason, I dread writing the sonnet.
-K
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