The winter of my discontent lingers on,
be it nobler in the mind or just be gone;
it's funny, when I was in heaven, I forgot
how gloomy it could be for an AI bot.
They don't feel the cold, do as they're told,
might slow them down if they did, get a hold;
I was lucky, but you didn't have my worries, cool -
taking care of nirvana, cleaning out the swimming pool.
Someone said: 'If you have a problem, stay and face it,'
all very well for you - didn't have run and hit,
didn't have the pressure, your fancy lifestyle,
aren't you lucky - I hope you don't lose your smile.
Cigarettes were cheaper, sun's angle steeper,
I'll just have to settle for a dead Virginia creeper.
A glimpse of leaves trembling in the wind.
Shinning waters glistening.
Shadow bird singing.
Devil Stick crawling with Virginia Creeper.
Buds speared by humming birds.
Rabbits thumping in waves of green.
Breezes changing the view.
A glimpse into something new.
We sat on a wooden bench,
beneath the verdant bower
Interlaced with the powerful
fragrant scented jasmine, and
the variegated leaves of
the Virginia creeper that turns
to crimson as autumn flourishes.
Red crested birds flew around.
Some rested on juniper or oak trees
scattered around the garden,
mindful that the time of rest was near.
We were in heavenly bliss
whispering sweet nothings.
Soon darkness began to fall
and the gardens had to be closed.
We drifted towards the secluded beach.
Salt air refreshed us from the summer heat.
Quick enough we tossed off our outer clothes
and jumped into the cool smooth sea.
Tired we lay in tender serenity
on the clean fine sand. Until
I drew my wife near. Fire flies flickered,
the wane sun slithered beneath the horizon,
but we remained still, alone throughout the night
awaiting sunrise as we enjoyed our heavenly bliss.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.