The trees endured the winter, now they play
in sun and showers, greenness leaps on high.
The earth replies with flowers, more each day,
exuberant with life - a bluebell sky.
The robin hides her nest between the shoots
that soon will blanket all with maple leaves.
The rabbit lies concealed beneath the roots,
a place for each, in order Nature weaves.
My dream persists - retreat to hinterlands,
untied from work, from evils found in town,
to turn from effort, set these idle hands
to chaining daisies, teasing out a frown.
The warblers sing of love in forest keys;
I yearn to make my life among the trees.
in sun and showers, greenness leaps on high.
The earth replies with flowers, more each day,
exuberant with life - a bluebell sky.
The robin hides her nest between the shoots
that soon will blanket all with maple leaves.
The rabbit lies concealed beneath the roots,
a place for each, in order Nature weaves.
My dream persists - retreat to hinterlands,
untied from work, from evils found in town,
to turn from effort, set these idle hands
to chaining daisies, teasing out a frown.
The warblers sing of love in forest keys;
I yearn to make my life among the trees.
In a list
A contest entry
- A quickish sonnet contest by masterblaster.
450 points, ended July 23, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A very nice poem, but you knew that already!
How can I critique a poem that has already won GOLD?
I am sorry that you have not written anything new
for this contest. If anybody has the skill to write
a masterpiece it is you!
Anna.
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Ah another Gold!
Relatively new to poetry? No ways! You have been a word weaver forever!
Absolutely beautiful -- I feel like dancing along the lines of your sonnet, singing its words at the top of my voice!
Perfect.
Love
Myra

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Thank you Myra, my muse thanks you too. That one has been writing forever, certainly.
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Congratulations, Margaret, on your gold. Obviously one well deserved by such a lovely piece. Hugs, Patricia


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Margaret, this is just a lovely piece of spring and early summer, with an idyllic sense of beauty in the sonnet. The meter is nearly song-like, and you seem to move through the images, connecting them so effortlessly. It's real poetry, and I'm privileged to read it. ~ Karen


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Me too?
I would love the freedom we perceive our feathered friends to have.
The leaves are always greener in someone elses patch.
Oh but to dream is a delightful thing.
You make these look effortless!
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Hehe, the actual writing is easier than figuring out what to say! Thank you Susan.
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Such beauty in both words and image painted. I know little of sonnets but I can well See why a piece as beautiful as this gained its just reward A wonderful read Thank you


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I think that once you understood the form, you would not have difficulty with sonnets.
Thank you for reading and applause, I'm very happy you enjoyed this poem.
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Wonderful imagery and a lovely sonnet Margaret. A worthy winner of the Gold.


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Thank you passim.
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Very well done Margaret this was well deserving of gold. Val
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Thank you Val.
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nice one margaret.. well done..again it brought a smile to my ragged and cynical face!
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Smiles are good, thank you Dan.
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Congrats to you Margaret, wonderful work...I am lucky as I live in the woods with the bears...Rich


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Lucky man! I grew up in the woods and enjoyed it very much.
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Hi, you took my breath away, there is passion in this write and that feeling transfers to the reader,I too would love to live in the middle of a wood away from everything, it is my idea of paradise, beautifully written and a pleasure to read.Di
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A musical person will pick up on what the keys are, not maple (acer) ones. I liked this one, of course, being a tree lover. It has a Swiss Family Robinson quality.


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This is lovely Margaret, well done and good luck in the contest. Val
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Thank you Val, good luck to you as well.
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Unless we dwell in forests of acer, I’m not quite sure what the forest ‘keys’ are more, than the single tree – perhaps an elusion to the magical unlocking of the sylvan glades… hmmmm. It seemed a tad contrived for one who is so… careful but then it is a fast sonnet and it tracks through the whole year with some alacrity! Others might spend a whole sonnet per season… or even moth (lol). Still a very impressive sonnet if written on the fly – good luck in the contest; and I would be interested to see this one if it is buffered to a higher polish…¿?

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Hehe, it's not a topic I usually address, but I got a special invitation. I have a few hours yet for tweaks.
Good point about Acer and keys - but I was thinking about music, sung in a sylvan mode. Must see what can be done. Many thanks for your humour and kindness.
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