Poem -
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
There was no fruit in heaven, only honey,
where bees did their work when it was sunny;
we remembered the exotic fruits on Earth,
still licked our lips for what it was worth.
Here, it was visual, not actual but spiritual,
there were flowers needing no water at all,
we may take honey, we can not die again,
however much we have, sweetness will remain.
If I can not die, is it possible to be re-born?
No, it is not - you are here now, a new dawn;
some went to hell, eating prunes and durian,
groaning and moaning, no strawberries again.
So let me take you up, because you're going to,
be waiting - just like John Lennon in the queue.
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Brilliant write Terry. I've potted around with poetry for a few years now and the rhyming sequence really stood out for me when reading this piece. Is this a true sonnet? I really must do my poetry homework.
Anyway...apart from the meter and rhyme I really enjoyed the subject of this poem and how cleverly it is written. Hopefully John Lennon has an excellent seat up there now.
Take care - Syd
Hi Syd,
Thanks so much.
Yes, it is a sonnet -
fourteen rhyming lines.
Glad you enjoyed.
Cheers,
Terry.