She loves with sweetness, praising is her bent,
her repartee is warmed with pleasing sauce.
Affection is her charm, with kind intent
she buffs each friend she has to higher gloss.
In normal course, her circle is content
with any wit that she is wont to toss,
until there comes an untoward event
which shows her idol only made of dross.
When marble is revealed as mere cement,
rejection comes complete, and not her loss;
no good to remonstrate, less to lament,
her judgment draws a line she cannot cross.
No love can last, except she wills it so;
she closes doors and asks, where did love go?
Author notes
The form emulates "Alas! so all Things now do Hold their Peace" by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1517?-1547).
http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/2047.html
In a list
A contest entry
- Sonnet by Surrey: Open to all: Write YOUR sonnet! # 125 by Lyndon.
6000 points, ended October 12, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Shakespearean or like sonnet for Allpoetry #130 by Lyndon.
3700 points, ended October 17, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
1 - 10 of 10
-
C''est bien fait ...
definitely a job well done. Congratulations on the golden chalice.
-
Ah!
Good on you Margaret! Gold is yourss and well-deserved! -
I agree with Terry
This poem is a "keeper". So, poet, your work is justifiably praiseworthy.
-
Truth displayed
This is a clear desription of many kinds of human association, from friendships to family relationships with siblings and elders, to the special "till death do us part" of marriage. This describes what joys there are when all goes well, described in the first eight lines.
And then, perhaps inevitably
due to events that Time decrees,
the things that once we loved
have changed and fail to please.
Is it really love that is lost, or has it been archived because its time has expired? Perhaps if Love had grown over time, it would have remained current? We do not control what should be spontaneous, and thus, most of us have felt this loss,
in one or more of its many kinds.
Flawless in its form, evocative of content, this poem is a keeper!
Terry
-
"No love can last, except she wills it so."
You divided things up nicely here, between octet and sestet.
A enjoyable write.
-
A love sonnet of impeccable technique
Images of sweet food; shininess; compasses metaphor; repartee; fool's gold; marble to carbonate ash; rubicon element; one door closes and another does not.
I see in many ways this drift of ideas and images.
Third person, female characterization.
For all the simplicity of the diction, the poem has a complexity in its treatment of human nature.
Indeed, where did love go?
It is no use our saying that the poem tells us she ought to know: she rejected love; she drew the line; she made her judgement; she has no desire to lament.
The answer is, of course, we are made for human love. We need a partner. It is not good to be alone.
And your question, poet, at the end, is a perfect conclusion. Unfortunately, either within many marriages; or separations; or divorces; this question remains. It is difficult for a couple to maintain love at a raised level of expectation for a long time. Yet we need love.
This poem highlights, rather well, that human dilemma.
-
"No love can last, except she wills it so;
she closes doors and asks, where did love go?" Splendid ending to a lovely sonnet. Best to you in the contest!
-
Hi, you get better by the minute,lol, great sonnet, love it, all the best, kind regards Di
-
You are marvelous, M!
And you write with powerful intent. Whenever I read your poetry -- whatever from it may be -- I am in total awe. Timeless, witty, rich in content and in vocabulary, it leaves me pondering the worth of words in their beautiful composition.
Thank you for giving me joy.
Love to you,
Myra
-
Where lies love
Wondrous work...rhyme and flow... as usual. She'll learn, some day, that the floe of love is always from within and she is the gate...
Rahad
Adding your comment:
1 - 10 of 10
