H'work for w/e 11.3.19 - A SONNET TO LOVE'S PASSING
Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 1:09 pm
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
"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