A Past Evaporated (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   Jul 15, 2019

Upon a meadow's green and luscious grass,
And as the stream regaled me with her news,
I pondered what it meant to change the past
And let the roses grow where hatred grew.
It struck me then that here and now is all -
That when the rainbow fades, it's gone for good.
It's hard to rise when all we do is fall
And see the trees through all the rotting wood.
So here I stand upon the mossy bank,
And know the river's face is changing too;
A soldier's line at last will break its ranks
And all that's old will once again be new.
Why spend our lives regretting what has been?
Why watch our time be taken by the stream?


Ben Pickard 2019


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  • 11 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A melancholy piece - sometimes it's best not to dwell on what has been and instead look forward with open heart to a future that is still unwritten. I love sonnets and you never fail to deliver wonderful colourful imagery. Milly x

  • 11 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    An excellent piece Ben, one that I needed to read right now tbh as I said in my last comment you always seem to reach out to me in your verses tell me what I need to hear or just connect with me on someway and its extremely weird, in a good way, but I love how you tell us we need to live in the here and now, stop regretting what we can't change and start living for the things that we probably can (hopefully that makes sense)
    Take care x

    • 11 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks so much, Em. If one person gets anything from what I write, I'm happy.
      Take care

  • 11 months ago

    by Star

    “That when the rainbow fades, it's gone for good.”
    This part gave me chills, the thing we see as beauty of nature, is seen once and gone forever. It made me fall into deep thoughts...

    • 11 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks so much, STAR. I hope you are well.

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