Slowly awareness breaks on my mind’s shore.
Gossamer images fade like the mist.
My eyes seek the clock, an unwanted tryst,
Ten minutes are gone, perhaps even more.
A strange thought intrudes; an opening door
Into a place where lost time can exist,
Painting a picture that I can’t resist
Of mending places where time’s fabric tore.
Ingrained in our essence, not of the mind,
Perhaps we understand time has an end
But not until the lost grains finally drop
Through aeon’s dark hourglass and we find
Our daydreams are more than we comprehend;
Without them existence comes to a stop.
Author notes
Picture Credit: Author Unknown
Form: Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet
Rhyme scheme: abbaabba cdecde
Meter: iambic pentameter
The Italian sonnet is divided into two sections by two different groups of rhyming sounds. The first 8 lines is called the octave and rhymes: a b b a a b b a. The remaining 6 lines is called the sestet and can have either two or three rhyming sounds, arranged in a variety of ways. I chose c d e c d e. The change in rhyme pattern is the volta – the turning point – where the focus of the poem changes.
A contest entry
- A selection of style choices. by Aedara-Wren.
1650 points, ended February 26, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical Comments Always Welcome
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omg, I will never understand form..Lol. but you did a lovely job from what I can tell..lol. I liked it at least 
.. congrats on the HM
Angel
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I like this. Very well written. I love the picture with it too. It really adds to the feeling of the poem.
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A beautiful sonnet (although I was looking for the traditional love sonnet but I don't think I'll be that picky when its such a good poem). Good luck with the contest.
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Awww you didn't want some gooey love poem
I don't think Petrarch would limit himself in this day and age (but I've been wrong before 
) I'm happy you found the form, if not the content, to your liking.
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Not a gooey love poem but a Petrarchan love sonnet (I suppose some can be a little gooey) You're probably right, he would have moved on, we don't have the same traditions of love poetry these days.
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