Comments : Beneath, We're Green (English sonnet)

  • 1 year ago

    by Rania Moallem

    You are the best sonnet writer.
    You wrote a piece that would resonate with many others. Sometimes there are relationships that never end even when they do. Some bonds are bound to be. There is sadness and yet peace in your words. Lost things but yet much things gained yet. Your description is magical.

    I lover every single word and how your metaphors connect all through the piece. From the ripe word to your last summer line.

    That last bit actually made smile.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks so much, Rania. Glad you enjoyed it.
      Stay well

  • 1 year ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Absolutely love this... Not everything is rose scented but we live and learn I guess and as we grow so do our relationships.

    That's what I got from this anyway..
    All the best x

  • 1 year 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

  • 1 year 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!

  • 1 year 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.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

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

      Thank you.

  • 1 year 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.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Cassie, and thanks for all your comments

  • 10 months 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'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.