If we should come to aching hearts and rifts,
Or solitude is more our natural state -
If love is only clear in hieroglyphs -
Then understand we left it far too late.
The passions roused are often louder still
Than bombs that fall and cause more damage yet;
Despite our hurt and all our goodly will,
This love may lead to damage and regret.
So while the leaves are green and summer shines,
We must not take for granted passion's warmth;
The oaks will shed and leave our hearts to pine
And by ourselves, we must then venture forth.
A dream is dreamt at our own detriment,
As when we wake, our joy is all but spent.
The title itself intrigues with the double meaning of the use of 'pine' ... both with reference to the tree (oak) and to pine for someone. Very clever.
1st quatrain: If a relationship is full of rows and it feels easier to be alone, when feeling the love is like trying to decipher hieroglyphics - then it's all but lost and too late to save. This feels sad and resigned to the end of a love.
2nd: The rows become louder and the 'bombs' dropped (hurtful words) explode even louder and cause irreparable damage, leaving nothing but regret. Great use of analogy here to express the damage that words cause - these are the things that can't be taken back or forgotten.
3rd: Here is a wise reminder that while all is good with the relationship during it's 'summer' season ... don't take that for granted, because love will only grow into an old oak if nurtured ... if neglected - it'll shed it's leaves and become a pine tree ... temporary - like a Christmas tree - used only for a brief period. Also, referring back to the title here, once the great love is lost (the naked oak) - it will pined for and missed. Once that happens - we have to carry on alone. I found this to be really insightful with the oak a fantastic metaphor for a strong and lasting love, and the pine tree for a short love.
Couplet: This feels like a warning not to just dream of a good love, but to nurture it while awake and in reality. If not, you'll wake up and the joy of love will be spent and gone.
Another storming sonnet Ben - I really enjoyed it! :-) x
Ben, you make Sonnet's appear effortless and I know they are not. My one and only was a struggle and it certainly did not flow as smoothly as yours do. Kudos to you for taking former poetry and presenting it to all of us in such a beautiful manner. Well done my friend -