Tenderly nurtured, fresh shoots reaching sun,
until full growth is attained, and increase done.
Confident in green, unyellowed as yet,
but even in spring, winter's a sure bet.
Years pass, and the strongly rooted hold true.
Beauty, improvements, nature's seeds accrue.
Some limbs sacrificed, to allow others full growth.
Every fall brings ruby or gold; some are both.
No matter the genre, or the feeding that's tried
none last forever, eventually things dried.
Memory books with sprigs of pale lavender.
Dried herbs etched on a wall calendar.
So accumulate memories in the spring
to which the last leaf of fall can cling.
A contest entry
- A contest for Sonnets on the change of seasons ONLY by ecrivain01.
450 points, ended October 27, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Mmmm... I like both the flower and the book metaphors, but the mix of the two is a little confusing, Mum. The connection is made between the plant being like life and the book being memory, but there's a little mental stumble in drawing that connection that detracts from the poetic nature of the sonnet.
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Actually ...
This isn't bad. I'd say line 13 should begin with "So accumulate" which makes the line far stronger. Sonnets succeed or fail primarily based on the final couplet. The stronger the final couplet, the better the poem in most cases.
I like the way you've handled this overall.
Thanks for entering.
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