A path that wanders through the woodland shade,
Where banks of bluebells sing a sleepy tune,
As if a river sang a serenade
For some lost lover dreaming of the moon.
Where mists of paradise fall at your feet
And blanket mossy glades and sunny groves,
The fragrant air, a scent so dry and sweet,
Breathes on the meadows and the sheltered coves.
Where Flora hangs her cloak upon a branch,
And song birds drench the glade with honey mead,
The sun beats high until the grasses blanch
And wither like parched cinder or soft reed.
Where melancholy muses in the trees,
Lost songs of summer drifting on the breeze.
Please tell me what you think
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Beautiful images with words that match a beautiful picture. I am just starting to work with the sonnet, as I do love them. This one of yours is wonderful.
Thank you for it.
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I am drunk on the exquisite aroma of your bluebells
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Penned in wonderful rhyme, it leds me to think sonnet as the form. The form complements the nature of the poem. The reader has a clear image of the poem for soft walks through the meadow to gather flowers. The ending is stark with songs of summer on the breeze. The technique leaves the mouth full of tingles read aloud.
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Amazing!
wow, beautiful, simply beautiful!!!! You words flows so serenely and fluidly! SOO glad I was able to read this!!!
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Oh my
such a beautiful piece of poetry you have penned here my friend. This is when I smile and have my faith in poetry renewed. Ty so much
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Flawless Sonnet
This is perfection (and it's not entered in a Contest or anything). Just one of your ordinary sonnets, uh?
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this makes me feel a little whimsical, we have not had much of a summer so far this year - we need to petition nature a good poem.
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i don't know why only one person has commented on this poem. it is exquisite in the details and expression as well as flawless in its flow. it gets top scores from me. i would also like to point out the romantic attitude of this which takes melancholy as something that needs to be cultivated and refined... the self-consciousness of that emotion. thank you for sharing this poem with us. it is the finest sonnet i've read since ages.
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Breathless verses... Bravo.
~Sonja~
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