The quiet comes longer and each day there’s more
and life once jubilant, exciting, and fast
seems spent now like shadows of memories past,
a pittance of ashes once embers before.
Thoughts steal all my breath; wond’ring what is in store?
By what turn of fate was this dreadful lot cast?
This season of love seems not destined to last,
as destiny’s knuckles pound hard on the door.
In silence I offer up my love and care,
affections like embers forever aglow,
my fire’s stoked well and shall never grow cold.
Yet, impending truths make me deftly aware;
love often shall beg the poor lover let go,
for seasons will change, everything becomes old.
Author notes
Italian sonnet. Rhyme scheme abbaabba, cdecde, 11 syl per line.
In a list
A contest entry
- Rhyme and Flow part 7 Old - 50,000 points series by cricketjeff.
4000 points, ended August 15, 2008, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Rhyme and flow show the mastery we expect from you, great take on the prompt too, no problem making this an "HM plus".
Always a pleasure to read your entries so keep them coming
Jeff and Sue.
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You've done this form justice, so poignant and so very lovely.
Kathleen
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This is lovely, a well-written sonnet with an unusual meter, and a pensive and somewhat sad tone. I like very much the penultimate line; I identify with the 'poor lover' entirely. Yes, love has its seasons, and we are wise to recognise them. Good luck in the contest.
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This is absolutely beautiful and makes me so very proud to be your AP wife. Perfectly penned in form and meter you have profoundly expressed the value of that which passes yet lasts ‘till eternity.
Love,
Amera♥
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Yes indeed... seasons do change.. This is beautifully written. Loved reading it!
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Italian Sonnets are so much fun to write!
Mmmm an Italian sonnet! Beautifully written and the expressions in each line are vividly penned here. I'm sure many of us can relate to some degree.
I aught to write one --
She-ra
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Yes indeedy, maam.
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bravo
A very finely done Italian sonnet, indeed! (11 syllables to the line?) This was absolutely superb. I loved it, loved it, loved it! bravo... bravo... bravo...
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An Italian sonnet is composed of an octave, rhyming abbaabba, and a sestet, rhyming cdecde or cdcdcd, or in some variant pattern, but with no closing couplet.
Usually, English and Italian Sonnets have 10 syllables per line, but Italian Sonnets can also have 11 syllables per line.
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fantastic, Allan, this was an amazing
look into the future from the pasts perspectives, great flow, a lovely sonnet. YAY!!!
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A lovely Sonnet... And one I can readily identify with in all my ancient glory...!!! [to include a warm heart, and feet like blocks of ice syndrome too...]
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