Crickets song, on the sad wind cried
lamenting their kin, in fear hide
fated black birds stomach, they died.
A flock of birds, well fed, content
sing a song, of peaceful nights bliss.
While surviving crickets intent,
for their fate, to not run amiss.
In Mother Nature, balance bleeds
nesting birds feed in rushing reeds
all God's creatures, will get their needs.
This earth we rest our laurels on
ill managed, soon, will be long gone.
Too late, sincere soulful repent
what's left now, but fiery descent.
Author notes
Sarabande Sonnet (French)
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Comments
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Awesome a sonnet! my favorite form!
I enjoyed reading this piece. Thank you for taking the time to enter. Excellent work and best of luck to you in my contest!
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3rd person omniscience: check
Very nice
I keep thinking the Crickets have been eating pesticide
in a plot to be rid of the birds. But alas I have my evil side.
Your words capture nature's harmony perfectly and our discord as well.
Great job.
Ken
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Oh my goodness this is quite well done. The first line has one less syllable and the last line has one too many to stay in synch with your count of 8. (sorry cant combine to make them even. )
At any rate, feel free to tweak.
Content is very nicely done to the prompt, though I am finding it difficult to see the third person omniscient in this one.
It is a tough sonnet but you have done quite well. I am so very very glad you were able to join us. Thank you ~Pamela
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An interesting and delightful take on the prompt. The form I found fiddly but you have worked it well
Jeff
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