Beneath, We're Green (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   May 4, 2020


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My love is not as ripe as when we met -
The summer's warmth is now a distant dream.
But though the winter brings such hot regret,
I won't be blind to all that I have seen:
Those balmy nights beneath the gentle moon;
The naked love upon the dewy grass.
And how the thrush would fling its reckless tune!
We weren't to know that all of that would pass...
The seasons change but now I understand
That leaves may fall and never really die;
Our love may slumber far beneath the land,
But won't be killed, no matter how we try.
The green to brown and brown to green in turn;
The winter reigns but summer will return.

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Ben pickard 2020

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Gracy Judith

    Absolutely beautiful Ben!

    Winter does bring on gloom and melancholy. I love the way the below lines speak of love as in...love's just taking a slumber somewhere deep and will return when days get warmer and cheerful :-)

    That leaves may fall and never really die;
    Our love may slumber far beneath the land,
    But won't be killed, no matter how we try.
    The green to brown and brown to green in turn;
    The winter reigns but summer will return.

  • 2 months ago

    by cassie hughes

    The quality of your sonnets has always been superb but this one is truly sublime. From the inspired title to the last line the depth of emotion and meaning contained shines out. The use of the seasons to express love, loss and hope is inspired and struck a chord for me that will take a long time to die away.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Cassie, and thanks for all your comments

  • 2 months ago

    by Star

    I always find it intimidating leaving a comment on your poems. They're charismatic, I don't know if this a right expression for poetry but they really are.

    I love the title!!! I can't think of a better one for this sonnet.
    The beauty of seasons that once they are over we know that they'll be back. Sometimes even more beautiful as we relive them. Life and love all have their own seasons.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Well, I think that's an intimidating comment, Star. Uncannily perceptive!

      Thank you.

  • 2 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    You're always so consistent with, not only the quality of each sonnet, but the theme and giving even more depth. Mentioning winter and summer in the opening lines, in almost a sorrow for the loss of summer's warmth.... then not just hoping for its return, but KNOWING it will return, that lifts one's spirit. I also found wisdom in acknowledging that love may not always be burning passion, it may be more subdued, but still present. It's lasting love, not necessarily in obvious ways though. It made me think of the naivety of perhaps a first love, or a young love, and thinking it won't be anything but paradise, then experiencing the ups and downs where you both have to learn how to adapt. It's a process. That doesn't mean it's over, just because seasons change. There are possibilities to grow in new ways, to learn, together.

    "Our love may slumber far beneath the land,
    But won't be killed, no matter how we try."

    ^ This made me think of self-sabotage, or the ways we may try to overcompensate and force something.

    So much depth to this. Eloquent, as to be expected, Ben. Thanks for sharing!

  • 2 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    So very true and well expressed. Some people will always reside in our hearts. The relationship may not last forever but the happy moments we will cherish forever. All the very best to you Ben

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