The brittle leaves are swept up in the breeze
and float in swirls of sunlight to the ground.
As one by one disroping autumn trees
they drift into the cold without a sound.
Like kisses I recall, they lie so still
beneath the winds that bring the winter near.
A lover who has gone--the touch I feel
in dreams that through the decades persevere.
Of love, I cannot speak but now endure
the memories unchanged and still relive
a passion so inflamed and yet so pure--
a grace that I am destined to outlive.
The brittle leaves are caught up on a wind
of winter that my memories transcend.
M.A.King 2008
A contest entry
- PIF! Love sonnets by coddledsoul.
330 points, ended August 24, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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nice one! beautifully written sonnet! best of luck in the contest
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beautiful and haunting Mary
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Love it...such a beautifully written sonnet...a background that reflects the subject would help it a lot though =).
"Of love, I cannot speak but now endure
the memories unchanged and still relive
a passion so inflamed and yet so pure--
a grace that I am destined to outlive."
Favourite stanza...it definitely hit home...I felt each line.
Good luck in your contest, I'm sure you'll do well!
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