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UNFINISHED BUSINESS

’tween birth and death no certainties reside.
A cautious path may lead us to old age
Whilst love requires that caution’s tossed aside.
With luck, we may end loved, mature and sage.

You were a gift, presented in my youth.
And green, we toyed with love, squandered each day
On dreams and schemes, oblivious to a truth
That, without vigilance, lovers lose their way.

Years passed, first slow then at a rapid rate.
Like double stars we’d orbit, never meet
Our union, fate would never orchestrate,
Now, with regret, I do concede defeat.

Too young, not wise nor brave, with no forethought,
That Time could steal away the dreams we sought.

Michelle Keleher

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One of our writers’ group assignments was to write a sonnet. Only a few of us managed it and this is my first and last sonnet.

It was to be in the English form of sonnet often named after Shakespeare. The usual rhyme scheme was a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g.

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love, shakespearian, sonnet, time, youth

Comments

  • kseriphyn
    kseriphynalmost 7 years ago

    That Time could steal away the dreams we sought.

    I personally feel this every day and the feeling of having to rush to get things done. There’s no time for quality these days.

    Excellent poem.

  • Michelle422
    Michelle422almost 7 years ago

    Thanks K, I found this style so difficult but when I found the theme it helped to construct it. Yes, I agree about no time anymore.

    When you are young, you think that “it” will happen in the near future be it your desire to write that great novel, paint the perfect painting etc. or commit to love.

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