This started out as an attempt at Wordle 102 but
it ran out of steam long before it ran out of words.
This was a prologue to a sonnet, unwritten.
But it sort of stands on its own.
I subsequently added an epilogue.
The sonnet remains heartfelt but still lost.
I subsequently added an epilogue.
The sonnet remains heartfelt but still lost.
Decay.
Prologue
In a distant jungle clearing,
Beneath a crescent moon,
There is a pool amongst the stones
With petals, lightly strewn.
And there—
Engraved with love and care,
In tones of reverent admiration,
Is a poem—
Disappearing,
With each seasonal rotation.
◊◊◊
The Lost Sonnet.
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Epilogue
Now the day, it seems, is nearing,
As memory declines,
The words so carefully written
Are lost to moss and vines.
Bereaved, beneath the leaves,
Hidden in its green cocoon,
In a distant jungle clearing,
Beneath a crescent moon.
With each seasonal rotation.
◊◊◊
The Lost Sonnet.
◊◊◊
Epilogue
Now the day, it seems, is nearing,
As memory declines,
The words so carefully written
Are lost to moss and vines.
Bereaved, beneath the leaves,
Hidden in its green cocoon,
In a distant jungle clearing,
Beneath a crescent moon.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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it's a shame the seasons have taken away the words, but maybe that is best. this make a lovely piece in and of itself; I do like the addition of the epilogue.
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ReplyDeleteAnd despondently night descends...
Another of your beautiful love poems, this time an evocative remembrance of a love long past. The epilogue is good - rounds out the structure well.
ReplyDeleteI like it! Paints an intruiging picture.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely...flows off the tongue nicely.
ReplyDeleteI think the prologue stands alone: it works beautifully for me.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of a lost sonnet... :)
ReplyDeleteAh, the lost words...
ReplyDeleteThe words so carefully written
ReplyDeleteAre lost to moss and vines.
a very sad thing indeed
I really like this. The idea of a lost sonnet is wonderful. And the tie in between the first and last verse is perfect.
ReplyDeleteseems appropriate not to include it :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely...it has a beautiful rhythm that only adds to its impact.
ReplyDeleteOoh! I like this very much, especially the idea of a lost portion to the poem. You could be onto something here. I like that the reader must guess what the subject of the sonnet might have been, if it had been written.
ReplyDeleteWOW! Wonderful writing. And nothing more alarming to a poet than the thought of lost poems. Loved this!
ReplyDeleteI love this! the cadence is a delight and the notion of only giving us parts is a terrific device. This is good writing.
ReplyDeleteCos, what I like most about this appealing poem is the comparison of lost memories to being covered with vines. As we age, that is what happens.
ReplyDeleteLovely, romantic, and altogether intriguing. Amy
Aww, so sad... but don't you know poems can be resurrected?
ReplyDeleteDoesn't every love relationship ultimately decay into oblivion?
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