Just when she considered it futile to stay;
The white owl lone in the belfry sits.
You say I love not; cause I do not play
This game can make one lose their wits.
But try love just once to see how it fits;
I await your consent for a plautine comedy.
So soon after letter her woe to elation flits;
Knowing not love laced with odious tragedy.
That death would choose with wondering eye;
With scorn so pompous it mocked the smart.
With grief she heard him shout and cry;
Oh, swear that never was false of heart.
With trembling lips she uttered a moan;
Bent low upon a grave of emerald stone.
Photo credits: favim.com
Form: Sonnet
Posted for Meeting the Bar @ dVerse Pub
Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads
& on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses
Love lost, emotions going down hard, where the cemetery trumps the honeymoon cottage; so sad, yet a clever use of the prompt words.
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Eloquent use of the given words, Sanaa. Beautifully written.
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Oh how mournful!
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Ah, I knew you would be one who would really make this challenge dance! There is so much to be said about love and loss.
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I love the imagery you bring in…rich with the white owl opening and green emerald closing!
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That ending couplet is so tragic, yet wonderful done to tell the tale of lost love~
Enjoyed this one Sanaa ~
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Love is a wild mix of emotions, of sadness and joy.
Anna :o]
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Amazing invention. I don’t want to discourage you from poetry – far from it; I love to see your adventures in this realm – but I suggest you would also do very well at fiction. (Perhaps this is not a new idea to you?)
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PS: That’s a great idea 🙂
Beautifully done, Sanaa. Love seems to bring us as much tragedy as it does joy.
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I like where you took this, Sanaa, and given the swings of emotion in love the words fit.
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So sad when it ends like at a grave… There is not really any way to turn back.
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Bravo for a courageous and emotional bouts-rimes.
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Using the owl as symbol here is significant. I think they’re amazing birds and maybe don’t deserve the connotations humans attach to them. Well written and very sad.
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You’ve done such a great job at portraying the grief that drowns the soul when love is lost (to death or to the bad judgement of another). The words are loud with hurt and tears.
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This is a sad game of love, indeed. That last line is perfect.
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You’ve woven the words flawlessly, Sanaa! I’ve enjoyed the flow of this poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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But try love just once to see how it fits;
I await your consent for a plautine comedy.
If only one can be given a chance. In love pleadings are expected in many instances!
Hank
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I love this poem and the photo you’ve chosen to accompany it. “With scorn so pompous it mocked the smart.” This is one of my favorite lines….and the final couplet is especially beautiful!
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Jeez, Sanaa. Every poem of yours I read is better than the last. Your talent is exploding!
“The white owl lone in the belfry sits.
You say I love not; cause I do not play
This game can make one lose their wits.” … I love this. White owls are SO gorgeous and magical. I wish I had one. 🙂 Better yet, I wish I were one!
Insanely good ending, sweetie:
“With trembling lips she uttered a moan;
Bent low upon a grave of emerald stone.”
I really love this.
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oh this is so sad, yet so sweetly written, a most beautiful sonnet Sanaa, thanks for sharing at Monday Writes today
much love…
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The story of love and loss is well told in this piece.
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This is a rollercoaster love story. Beautiful sonnet, with a perfect ending.
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Green.. slab.. now..
iN concrete ‘bove..
SpRing FloWeRs..
root out oF
memory
wHole..
Love
SinGs
a sweet
refRain..
Love’s eYes
feeL no death Of LiFe..:)
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Try love to see how it fits.. though I suppose it is love that will try you in the end!! 🙂
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I can’t believe I haven’t read this one before or commented on it, Sanaa. I’m sure I posted on OLN that day. Never mind, I can do it now! You’ve captured the pain of lost love in this poem and I love the metaphor of the lone owl in the belfry – the ‘ow’ sound is evocative of pain, as is the word ‘woe’ in a later line. How true, the game of love can make one lose their wits.
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I love the colours – the white owl, the emerald stone.
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Reading again your sonnet today and again enjoying your craft
Happy Tuesday to you
much love…
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Happy Tuesday to you too
much love…
The loss is thick in this one, the sadness in those trembling lips, the tone of the whole poem… such grief.
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Beautiful words you used to create these sad haunting images. Bravo!
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The tragedy of a love affair has the beauty that only words can bring… Romeo and Juliet taught us that.
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A tragic tale, so well told.
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Love, it can be so tragic. Your poem is so visual, subtle visions of purity and perhaps the green of jealousy that love can be at peace in death while life must relive its passing.
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