When you and I were summer, and the sky
was greyer than the green that grew between
my linden and your oaken strength, serene,
eternal as the shadows passing by,
you whispered me a question; my reply
was lost upon the winds of might-have-been,
for change must come to every tranquil scene
and gifts from gods are not what they imply.
Forever is a dream lost to the dawn
and temples fall to dust beneath the years,
as roses split the stones and oceans dry;
yet boughs will bend and brave the tearing thorn
to claim the scars as treasured souvenirs,
and laugh until the summer, you and I.
The Original poem can be found here.
I thought it only fitting one of hers should be put forward. (I know she'd never put one of her own in the thread.) I chose the sonnet because the form work in it is nigh on perfect, as are the word choices. It's one of my personal favourites that we have on the site. If I could do a sonnet like this, I'd stay away from free verse.
was greyer than the green that grew between
my linden and your oaken strength, serene,
eternal as the shadows passing by,
you whispered me a question; my reply
was lost upon the winds of might-have-been,
for change must come to every tranquil scene
and gifts from gods are not what they imply.
Forever is a dream lost to the dawn
and temples fall to dust beneath the years,
as roses split the stones and oceans dry;
yet boughs will bend and brave the tearing thorn
to claim the scars as treasured souvenirs,
and laugh until the summer, you and I.
The Original poem can be found here.
I thought it only fitting one of hers should be put forward. (I know she'd never put one of her own in the thread.) I chose the sonnet because the form work in it is nigh on perfect, as are the word choices. It's one of my personal favourites that we have on the site. If I could do a sonnet like this, I'd stay away from free verse.