Lin Lane Poet Italian Sonnet

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Fallen Leaves

Humans are quite a deciduous lot.   
It's our nature, but not Mother's motif. 
We fall from grace without faith and belief 
when fleshly flaws make us stumble, besot.  
Tousled emotions are tied in a knot   
as though weatherbeaten, love ends in grief.  
Reddened eyes, the shade of a cast-off leaf    
from tears spilled and splattered like an ink blot.   

We fall in and out of love. It's a chance  
taken, like planting trees for greenery.   
Then, we watch deciduous leaves perish,   
borne on blustery winds in one last dance.  
Windswept limbs despoil Winter's scenery.  
Love and lush foliage, we should cherish.

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Reason A. Poteet September 5, 2024 at 7:20 AM The beginning of your sestet reminds me of planting trees four different times in our yard with no results. After discovery that we are sitting on a base of slate (hope it holds,) we are happy there are no leaves to rake. Your piece is a worthy write and deserves being read more than once. As for winning contests, hosts' tastes vary greatly. When you don't win, hope for another contest. Lin Lane September 7, 2024 at 3:45 PM Thank you very much for being so supportive of my poem . I appreciate your time. ;-)

Karen Jones August 26, 2024 at 11:29 AM I like this poem and the form is not one I can do! Bravo Lin Lane August 27, 2024 at 6:02 AM Don't doubt yourself, Karen. Give it a go and thanks for the kind comment.

Jan Allison August 26, 2024 at 11:01 AM Ive never tacked this from Lin, i think you have written a superb poem:-) hugs Jan xx Lin Lane August 27, 2024 at 6:02 AM It's the first I've used it, and it's not my favorite. It's a Craig contest, so I have little confidence of placing. Thanks, Jan.

Kim Rodrigues August 26, 2024 at 10:09 AM as though weatherbeaten, love ends in grief… Windswept limbs despoil Winter's scenery. Love and lush foliage, we should cherish…Very nice, Lin! We all have our thoughts in the season. Lin Lane August 27, 2024 at 6:01 AM Thank you very much for the many comments you leave for my poetry, Kim. I appreciate all of them.