Bitter winds (English sonnet)

by Brenda   Jan 6, 2017


Oh my love, how those winter winds doth blow.
Makes me yearn for those summer days again.
With these shorten days, the sun sets so low,
makes me wonder, will these winter days end?
The cold has left my poor bones with an ache.
Not unlike a dentist drilling away.
It takes all of me everything to take
the pain, the cold, and not to leave today.
Alas leaving, I'm not able to do.
For my life is here with you my dearest,
my days would be so forlorn without you.
As you should know, you have my heart nearest.
So let our love melt winters cold blast,
knowing that this frigid weather won't last.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    I like sonnets when its written well with a flavor and that is
    in this write. I can't help feel the emotions which are also
    floating in it...nicely penned.

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Meena, thank you so much! This was my first stab at a sonnet so I thought going with something I am familiar with my help me. I appreciate your comments!

  • 7 years ago

    by stormingdance (Lessa)

    Breathtaking, beautiful write!

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much Jessica, I appreciate your comments.

  • 7 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Brenda,

    it looks like this is not your first...Me? I run away when it comes to sonnet hahaha..This one looks Good to me and I liked it.

    So let our love melt winters cold blast,
    knowing that this frigid weather won't last.
    ^^^
    My favourite lines..lovely closing

    5/5
    Gel

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you Gel, I think I just got lucky, lol. I've got my work ahead of me-

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I barely did a thing, good woman! It's all you.

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      You guided more than you know, so thank you! lol

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Brenda -a sonnet!

    I'm sorry I missed this one; I was away at the weekend so it passed me by.
    If love can't break winter's cruel grasp then nothing can!

    Syllable count is correct throughout except the first line of the couplet - I count 9 there.

    Well done on this and all the best,

    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you Ben, I couldn't have done this without your help-so thank you, thank you!

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