Oh lovely rose, I watch while petals fall
to tell me that my love will not return.
This wretched war, a hundred men in all,
have left a hundred breaking hearts to yearn.
You promised that our rose would bloom and grow
as proof that you are safe and still alive.
But as each petal fades to dust I know
that I must ask in prayers that you'll survive.
Our rose that bloomed so fine, now fades so fast.
Perhaps in death she longs to be with you.
So dust to dust her wilting petals cast,
and now through tears, I see there, only two.
But till the final petal leaves the rose,
then hope, like love, within my heart still grows.
Author notes
This sonnet describes a loss through war in the time of the middle ages.
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Comments
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Flawless meter. Couldn't ask for better! Your sonnet is meant to historical, but the feelings, loss, and stubborn hope could easily be modern. The final stanza and the couplet for me were the most powerful. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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It reminds me of the first world war's adage of "home by Christmas", which never came to pass; as the last rose of summer bows to winter. This is a lovely sonnet, full of images and feeling. Congratulations!
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awwww
makes me wanna got hold my hubby. I love poetry that evokes feelings not just the idea of emotion. Beautiful.
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