H'work for w/e 11.3.19 - A SONNET TO LOVE'S PASSING

[Maureen K Clifford]

Well no sense fiddle faddling about - so here's my take on the homework prompt - using (mutilating) the original verse

"But true love is a durable fire
In the mind ever burning.
Never sick, never old, never dead,
From itself never turning "


A SONNET TO LOVE'S PASSING ... Maureen Clifford © The ScribblyBark Poet

Some say that love is never sick or dead,
claiming that from itself love will not turn,
some claim that love itself is never shed
until death calls, stealing, quiet, taciturn.
For true love is, seems a durable fire
that unrequited still holds embers glow
in hope that one day they will fan to flames.
Perhaps they will - but who alas will know.
For now, long past the fervent flush of youth
with eyes now dimmed and gait feeble and slow,
I still at night recall your tender touch,
your arms around me - ere you had to go.

Some say that love is never dead or old
but you are gone - my heart can't be consoled

[Neville Briggs]

That's well done Maureen , you old romantic Nicely constructed sonnet. I reckon sonnets are just as good for bush poetry as the ubiquitous ballad form.

[Shelley Hansen]

Agree with Neville, Maureen. It is an innovative rhyme scheme, neither quite Shakespearean or Petrarchan - but still very valid.

I love sonnets for their ability to put things in a nutshell - and you've certainly done that.

Cheers
Shelley

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thank you Neville and Shelley - I wondered about it but you two have given it the thumbs up so I am happy - Thank you