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Wind, your double essence is well-known.
Whispered summer breezes you exhale;
Then suddenly you turn. You surge and wail,
Expelling rage, you bluster or you moan.
Your brute relentless nature then is shown
For you become a cyclone, Hound of Hell,
Or show yourself a monsoon, squall, or gale.
Unquelled, a devil’s wrath with dust is sown.
As you intone, we’re stricken by your power.
Whipping wind, who thrashes us below,
You’re merciless until that final hour
Your vehemence ceases. Gust, I hate you so.
You scour Earth for those who next must cower.
Two-faced tempest, most indeed you BLOW!
For the NETTED by WORDS: HER SILVERED, TENDER WEBPoetry Contest
I used the theme found in "Wheeze of a Wind" which had been entered
by Nette in another of Cyndi MacMillan's contests:
Timeless Yet Contemporary, A Sonnet Thang
Note to Nette: My sonnet cannot hold a candle to yours. I think your contemporary one was better than my traditional one; however, I hope you can feel my anger about wind in it!! I just love how you did your modern sonnet for Cyndi!! BTW, I MISS you. Where ARE you anyway???
Bitter tears cascade down my face,
hearing that you had taken your own life.
Another teenage tragedy, I’m in dire straits -
never again will we hear your playful laugh.
The baby blues crept up on you so gradually
leaving a tiny baby without a mother.
We read about these terrible tragedies ….
Someone’s father, mother, sister or brother.
Your baby will have not be left alone,
grandparents have willingly taken her.
Now she is living in a brand new home;
their lives are starting a new chapter
Forgive me were the last words you said
Death was the price you paid
Contest- Forgiveness
Sponsor - Craig Cornish
My first attempt at a 'Modern' Sonnet
05~10~15
(Modern Sonnet)
What is this thing love that makes fools of kings;
that makes a once low and lonely pauper dance,
or the most cheerful heart now cry while singing
- yet ready for another awkward chance.
Is there anything in this mortal life
that thrice bitten, we reach out again
to where angels and demons dance with knives
and where pain seems too common an end.
I think not - I think it is our soul's gold,
a quest that is never, ever ending,
then once in our grasp, to no one sold,
nor value in a heart pretending.
I look upon this love and pray,
that never can I let it slip away.
Mother, I pray for your forgiveness as it was me,
I had to let you go and it never leaves my mind;
It was me who made the decision to set you free,
I was the one they came seeking for papers to sign.
There was nothing I could do to change your fate,
I would have done anything even given my own life;
The decision was so difficult and it could not wait,
My heart was stabbed with a blood-soaked knife.
With each gasping, breath you took in this world,
I kept asking is there nothing that can be done;
Oh I hated what had to be, it still twirls and whirls,
I asked the Lord why, why did I have to be the one.
Can you forgive me mother, for letting you go,
You were so kind and sweet and I loved you so.
____________________________
September 24, 2015
Poetry/Modern Sonnet/It Was Me, Mother
Copyright Protected, ID 09-7117-40-24
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Forgiveness,
sponsor, Craig Cornish, Judged 2015
Fourth Place
Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids a bitter adiós.
The breakers so in agony they gnash
and gnaw the strand with thrash of foamy green,
the tempest witch brings ironfisted lash
alas, the eye-of-storm epiphany unseen.
Free, free! The tern who flies in Gemini
above beloved peak and shore and wave,
sun-painted wings, away you went -- so spry,
so fierce! Bluebird pierced and buried in your grave,
..and the stars understand; a fateful fall into the sea --
Damn the deep! It’s jostle docile.. my scream to meet the scree!
Susan Ashley
June 29, 2021
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mille 11
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Contemporary Sonnet
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
*bittern: any of several tawny brown herons
*scree: an accumulation of weathered rock fragments at the foot of a cliff
*a Modern / Contemporary Sonnet is a poem of 14 lines addressing any theme of the poet's choosing. It does not need to adhere to any set rhyme scheme, syllable count or meter, nor does it need to include a volta. The only true requirement of a modern sonnet is that it consists of 14 lines*
From Ebbett’s Field, they had to move away.
This team sought greener pastures in LA.
What they needed was a little change of scene.
The team moved into a park at Chavez Ravine.
Back in Brooklyn, the boys had a good home.
Their fans didn’t want the team to roam.
A reason to move was the advent of jet travel.
Coast to coast flights were made practical.
The appeal in Southern California didn’t seem to stick.
The boys in blue were getting a little homesick.
To their old Brooklyn fans, they felt regrets.
New Yorkers became less than satisfied with the Mets.
Here’s a little news that may astound:
The Los Angeles Dodgers are now Brooklyn-bound!
Modern sonnet
December 22, 2012
You
and I,
tried so hard
to make us last,
and we came so close,
now didn't we sweet Babe.
With love and laughter we fought
and it worked for all those long years.
Heart aches came and loneliness followed
but strong arms can't stop the ache and sorrow.
In early morning light the time slipped through our world
like flowing candle wax in joy filled moments. Tears,
they came, but we kissed them away and love remained.
From dawns first blush until dusk faded in the night,
as we held each other, our passion burned so bright
at times it felt like the very air would ignite,
but like the morning star that soon passes from sight
our flame of desire flickered, filled with words of spite,
as time meanders past and nothing feels quite right.
The candle wax hardens leaving candle sticks stained
with the pain of lost affection and new found fears,
and our garden's flowers faded, withered and curled.
Now lying beside you leaves me breathless and cold,
a wickless mound of wax, no more love do you hold.
Through years of devotion the doubt lingered,
we were too different, you and I.
I could not be what you needed
though I promise that I tried.
Gone is the bright twinkle
that lit your brown eyes
and like your smile
now our us
is no
more.
04/15/2018
Two Etherees split by a Modern Sonnet (Very loosely Iambic Hexameter -not Alexandrian- with a unique rhyme scheme).