Poem -
The Varnished Pine
Consign me not within the varnished pine
No wiltings need adorn my sunken head
Lend not my end a false sepulchral shine
to blot the simple fact that I am dead.
For lendings (much like endings) have a way
of proving less important than they seem
They speak of other worlds and better days
but draw their forms from Reason's monstrous dream.
Yet endings (unlike lendings) never lie
As blood bears witness to what's best forgot
Your ending, like my ending, will say: I
Was born and lived and died and yet was naught.
That empty square of earth no-one shall tend
Tells more than all your lendings of my end.
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wow brilliant verse J! Happy Holidays to you and yours
Lisa
And to you and yours.
J x
Love your Sonnet Jason.....
Perfect meter & prosody.......Mick.
Hey Jason a great and melancholy write . Take care BradfordΒ
VeryΒ somberΒ J, and so very well written :)
Lorna x
Sombre? Yes, I suppose it is. I wrote it afterΒ the funeralΒ of an old friend from Primary School.
Thank you, Lorna. Have you been writing much yourself of late? I haven't seen anything since your lovely Christmas poem.
J x
Yes, I have been writing alot today, how about you? I haven't seen any new poems for a few days :)
At the moment, I'm working on a new Petrarchan sonnet. It's my first attempt at this particular form and...just when I think I've got it, it slips out of my fingers.
It's actually extremely frustrating...!!
J x
My belief is that you are articulate and insightful enough to put your mind to anything, my poetic friend :) keep at it Β x
Thanks, Lorna. You, also, are a poetic friend (there's a cream you can get for that, though...should clear it up in about a week!).
Unfortunately, I've no damned choice but to keep at it!! The centralΒ image is too good, too arresting to ignore. Besides, I've been wanting to tackle a proper Petrarchan for years...and the subject matter is too perfect.
I'll finish it...maybe in a few hours...maybe a few days...or maybe they'll find me in a lunatic asylum in a few years; like John Clare: saying the most horrific things...but in perfect iambic pentameter!!
Either way... at least I've something to look forwardΒ to!!
J x