- Non-Erotic Poetry
- March
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Click hereMarch blows its schizophrenic, furious blast
Of snow, of rain, of wind, of cold. It clings
To any ledge. It struggles, strains to last
For one more precious day. But April brings
The spring at last. It pushes some to live,
To sow fresh fields, to reaffirm the hope
In life reborn. And compelled then to give
To others needing more, who need a rope
To which to cling while one who has will share
A bounty born of labor on the land,
Of selfless desire, being ones who care
For hopeless ones who live lives built on sand.
They do but what they can, to do the right
Thing. Only men of God still fight the fight.
- COMMENTS
Angelineabout 16 years agofrom you. I love the way you stretch sentences across lines, which gives such a great flow to this form. I sense though that you have a bunch of unnecesaary words that you fit in there to meet the ten-count of syllables for each line. That's always the challenge with a sonnet, imo, can you meet the requirements of the form without jamming extra words in to get the meter right. Sometimes it works beautifully, sometimes less so. The only way (again imo) to get it right more often than not is to keep writing them. :-)
Angelineabout 16 years agofrom you. I love the way you stretch sentences across lines, which gives such a great flow to this form. I sense though that you have a bunch of unnecesaary words that you fit in there to meet the ten-count of syllables for each line. That's always the challenge with a sonnet, imo, can you meet the requirements of the form without jamming extra words in to get the meter right. Sometimes it works beautifully, sometimes less so. The only way (again imo) to get it right more often than not is to keep writing them. :-)
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoTo me March seemed always more prone to be like the Bi Polar type. If any thing I'd say April is the one which could fall more easily prey into delusions of grandeur, hearing all sorts of voices and such... But be it as it May (oops... did i say May already), I am with you on your claim that all sorts of bounty hunters should better be advised to postpone their adventures way away from anywhere close to nasty dates such as the ides of march, safely into somewhere around mid April…
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem has been selected for listing in Wednesday's New Poems Review.<br>
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