Linda Alice Fowler Poet Sonnet

Love

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.” 
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet

Love, where travels thou diminishing shade?
This is not the path I hastily bade
nor is the future I envisioned made.
Now, my Love, I feel thine true essence fade
as old hung tapestry that's worn and frayed
that in finality, to storage laid. 

Oh, Love. Art thou listening to my plea?
I am selfish, I want thee near to me.
Hear me now please oh Love. I beg of thee.
Stay thou ground with me please and do not flee.
Let us build a life together, may we?
Or is our forbidden love not to be?

Alas, thou hast died and our love is done
and with shaking hands I cradle the gun.

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Constance La France May 12, 2024 at 3:16 PM Linda, congratulations on your win in my contest, Constance Linda Alice Fowler May 13, 2024 at 7:31 AM Thank you Constance. I appreciate the placement. Fun to write. :)

Paula Goldsmith May 12, 2024 at 9:13 AM Back with Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Love" sonnet write again. Enjoy your day with your wonderful win............. Linda Alice Fowler May 13, 2024 at 7:30 AM Hi ya Paula! Thanks for the congrats! hugs and blessings :)

Sara Kendrick May 11, 2024 at 4:19 PM Whoa!! Some people do use murder and/or suicide as a way to handle a love not that did not work out, but that is not the right answer. Congratulations on your winning work in Constance's contest. Way to go. Sara K Linda Alice Fowler May 13, 2024 at 7:30 AM Romeo and Juliette crossed my mind as I wrote this Sara. Pretty drastic measures, as you say, not the right answer. Thank you! :)

Sam Kauffman May 2, 2024 at 11:40 AM Linda, this poem perfectly reflects the emotional despair of a soul feeling abandonment and betrayal. The last line shakes the soul of the reader into a reality of desperation at the crossroads of choice. Best wishes for the contest. Prayers for all of those who "cradle the gun." It is not the answer. Blessings. Linda Alice Fowler May 2, 2024 at 4:52 PM Amen sister. :)

Paula Goldsmith April 29, 2024 at 11:41 AM WOW!!! What a wonderful "Love" write. Love can come in many forms. "Good Luck" Looks like we both did this one... Have a fun day writing away..................... Linda Alice Fowler April 29, 2024 at 5:33 PM Thank you Paula. I found yours so sweet and positive. GL! hugs :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers April 29, 2024 at 6:48 AM Dear Linda, What a raw and poignant exploration of love's complexities and its impact on our lives. I loved your words, for you delve into the depths of longing, regret, and despair. It's haunting the fragility of love and its weight, echoing Sophocles' timeless wisdom. Linda, it is a deeply moving reflection on the power and pain of love. - Blessings, Daniel Linda Alice Fowler April 29, 2024 at 9:06 AM Thank you Daniel. I always appreciate your visits and comments. blessings :)

Darrell Rose April 28, 2024 at 8:20 PM Love so often has its own spirit.... and decides who will know it and who will lose it. I like this piece , the yearning , the hope.... the reality. Nicely written ! Thank you for sharing yourself through your words. Darrell Linda Alice Fowler April 29, 2024 at 9:04 AM Hi Darrell. You are welcome and thanks so much for visiting and commenting. :)