Nette Onclaud Poet Rhyme

Hunger For Life

This life beholds a promise…night awaits
When frosted snows are memories of past
And charm of May adorns our garden gates,
While tending flowers, spring returns at last!
Dusk lingers on, the moon a brighter blue,
Emerald the grassland  instead of hay
My journals toss , as August flares anew--
Yet I drain paper and ink by the shore.
For in summer , wrinkled hands uncover
Quaint pebbles, the campfire… all lusty days
to think about,    as my stories  hover:   
A moment to thirst for breath’s passion,  ablaze.

Though seasons  unfurl their immortal dance
I’ll embrace old age ,  chasing time’s romance.



Written for My Muse, Mortal Contest ( Sonnet)
Sponsor: Gregory R  Barden   6/25/2018

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Joseph May August 22, 2018 at 10:13 PM Dropping back with my Congrats Nette

Susan Gentry August 22, 2018 at 10:15 AM Congratulations on your 2nd place win. Enjoyed this.

Gershon Wolf August 21, 2018 at 9:15 PM ...embrace old age, chasing time's romance … Lovely, lovely verse, nette. Congrats on your winner in the contest. Best wishes, Gershon

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 21, 2018 at 8:27 AM So lovely! And the way those last two lines settle on the soul, just wonderful. Congratulations on your win Nette :) xomo!

Connie Marcum Wong August 21, 2018 at 2:21 AM Your ending is superb Nette in this lovely piece. Congratulations on your wonderful second placement! : )

Gregory Richard Barden August 21, 2018 at 2:17 AM There are few current poets here who have your mastery of imagery, Nette, and this is just one more lovely example of that - just adore it! Congratulations on your SECOND PLACE in the 'My Muse, Mortal' Poetry Contest - blessings, my friend! :-) <3

Al Juman July 15, 2018 at 10:23 PM A good writer knows how to layer and you sure can do that my dear

Faraz Ajmal June 28, 2018 at 8:09 AM I like your idea of adapting to the situation, yeah every single second life is becoming shorter and shorter, if we started to worry, we will not be able to enjoy it, just embrace old age as everything brings something special with it, maybe for some people old age might be bad,in fact for many, but if they don't like it, that doesn't mean that it will not come, it is going to come, whether accept it happily or not, so the best thing is to be happy and accept it, good luck

Sylvia Coulstock June 26, 2018 at 2:34 PM This is lovely Nette.I really enjoyed reading it,you have such a poetic flair.I have embraced age with a determination to stay young at heart no matter what.

Charlie Smith June 26, 2018 at 11:48 AM There is no substitute for experience Dear Nette, fine sonnet...

Richard Lamoureux June 26, 2018 at 8:40 AM Age is not to be feared. It is good that you are growing into your beauty. Hugs Rick.

Joseph May June 25, 2018 at 10:27 PM Beautiful sonnet Nette..

Arturo Michael June 25, 2018 at 8:11 PM It would be so wonderful...I wish it for all young and old...All the best nette

Agnes Krampe June 25, 2018 at 5:33 PM Embracing old age seems like a good idea, because we cannot fight it anyway. I enjoyed your poem, Nette.

Vijay Pandit June 25, 2018 at 4:54 PM Beautiful imagery of seasons..immortal as they are..a purposeful journey you depicted here with awesome words..loving it all along..wonderfully done, nette.

Lyric Man June 25, 2018 at 4:37 PM The perfect age is not a year, but a mind set. It's living in the present. My favorite age is today. That being said you paint the seasons in ways I could sit and stare, contemplating all the glory of a rich past. But Im learning to breathe in the "now". And so glad you're writes are a part of that!

Judy Ball June 25, 2018 at 4:17 PM Yes indeed The Bible tells us in Proverbs 16:31 "The hoary head is a crown of glory if it be found in the way of righteousness." My mom would never admit to her age until she was old enough to draw Social Security. She was 37 longer than anyone I have ever known. From that I learned to accept my age and admit to it. I figure it took me so long to get this way I deserve credit for it. ;) A fine write. Loved it. God Bless and thanks for your kind words. JB