Frederic Parker Poet Sonnet

Writing With Weeping Words

Memories of guilt fall and spiral down
To fill love's empty soul with its debris
Tormented from sadness I know profound
I've built a funeral pyre my mind will see
Yesterday's desires I've folded in time
To cast on the flames where memories die
Lovers names burn in colored smoke and climb
Dispersing above in an endless sky
These burnt alms donated from my fool's gold 
Are now gray cold ash born from flames that weep
Collected from tears and love that turned cold
From time's burning fires of flames, I reap

    I've wept from my yesterdays that grew cold
    Now lost in ashes as I have grown old


10/5/17 contest End of Form series
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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 11, 2017 at 8:00 AM Congratulations on your win, stunning pen xomo

John Hamilton October 10, 2017 at 2:47 PM Beautiful in it's sadness Frederick, congrats on another great write and win!

Gregory Richard Barden October 10, 2017 at 12:12 AM Frederic - Best wishes and congratulations on your win, my friend ... blessings and keep up the great work! :-)

Eve Roper October 9, 2017 at 8:12 PM Congratulations on your win, Frederic, such a sad sonnet . Hugs Eve ~`*

Heidi Sands October 9, 2017 at 5:00 PM Congratulations Frederic :)

Brian Davey October 9, 2017 at 4:36 PM This write is a beautifully sad and conveys the theme perfectly. Congrats

Sandra Haight October 9, 2017 at 2:24 PM Such sad thoughts so beautifully conveyed your exquisite Sonnet, Frederick. Congratulations on your top of the podium win. Sandra

Constance La France October 9, 2017 at 1:43 PM Frederic, congratulations on your win in my contest with this magnificent poem and I am lost in the music too, well done ! Frederic Parker October 9, 2017 at 2:04 PM thank you, Constance, for all those contests and for your kindness to me and all who participated in them...Frederic

Line Gauthier October 9, 2017 at 12:10 PM Congrats on your win. Well crafted poem.

Dale Gregory Cozart October 9, 2017 at 10:56 AM Gorgeous. Congrats on your win. Fave.

Silent One October 5, 2017 at 6:05 PM Oh this is one of the saddest emotional sonnets I have read... youvr surprassed yourself my friend..

Nette Onclaud October 5, 2017 at 4:43 PM how pensive and penetrating is this poem, frederick.. be proud; beautiful!..huggs

Jan Allison October 5, 2017 at 4:02 PM You really have taken the theme to heart Frederic and i have tears as the piece of music is one of my very favourites and is to be played at my funeral!:-) good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xxx

Charlie Smith October 5, 2017 at 3:31 PM Your words never grow old Frederic, best wishes in the contest...

Darlene De Beaulieu October 5, 2017 at 12:46 PM Yes these are weeping words written here. Yet this is a well written poem. Frederic have a nice day my friend.