Francine Roberts Poet Sonnet

When Fate Is Foe

On the cliff, above the sea,
Looking down at ocean blue.
Memories come back to me,
Memories of me and of you.

Young we were, long ago.
In love and happy, so we thought.
Plans we made, but fate was foe.
All our planning was for naught.

As I watch the wild waves pound
The sand below from this cliff above,
Memories run 'round and 'round,
Memories of my lost love.

You were much too young to die.
I scatter your ashes as I cry.


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June 2nd, 2012

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Cyndi Macmillan June 7, 2012 at 10:43 PM Sad and lovely sonnet, Francine. I, too, scattered ashes once. It sounds easier than its actuality, I found... the physical reality of it is as profound as a burial, just as emotionally charged. I have a photo of the landscape where the ashes were released and the sun on the water made a glistening star... I keep that image inside me. Hope you are doing well and I can't recall if I mentioned that I dig your new picture. Take care, chum. Cyndi :-)

Ilene Bauer June 3, 2012 at 2:09 PM beautiful and so well-rhymed! best of luck in the contest!

Sara Kendrick June 3, 2012 at 2:06 PM This one is very emotive..I sure that this young love will reach top of the charts...Good luck in the contest..Sara

Richard Palmer June 2, 2012 at 4:37 PM touched by your words,Francine