The fresh morning breeze of youth does blow
a short while with its balmy zephyrs
But holding forth with promises aglow
in heady dreams for younglings’ raptures
An aery gold, the light of evening sun
Reminding middle age of coming wanes,
a life well lived but soon to be done
And illuming the years’ rewarded pains
The gentle dark of night brings remembrance
For the a-ged to bathe in fond glory
And time to deal with death’s omnipotence
As they muse upon their life’s story
Our lives complete and full in counted days
Oh but are much too short a thousand ways
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 21st, 2016 10:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I have not adhered to a strict iambic regimen here for lack of experience and/or talent. All constructive comments welcome please.
- Category: Reflection
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HI SEEKER I'M BRIANODES - just joined today. A well constructed poem in 4 4 4 2 sonnet form with a consistent rhyme pattern abab cdcd efef and gg. Nice to read and smooth to recite - which is the hallmark of a good poem ! Love the content the joys and pains of our passing lives. Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
Thank you very much for your kind words and welcome to Mypoeticside. I'm a new member as well having been enrolled for about 2 months. Two of the lines in my poem end with trochees which breaks the iambic rule. Also, after much research I have found that sonnets can be written without adhering to a strict pentameter format hence some of my sonnet's lines have more or less than five feet. But when possible I do try to abide by the five foot rule. Thanks again for your comment it's what keeps us obsessive neurotics going. LOL
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