A withered rose – Terza Rima sonnet

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Our love a withered rose with only thorns
I keep it to remind me of what’s lost & gone
recalling days before I was forlorn

Our love is gone to brimstone denouement
and ‘fore you left the words were crude and raw
the life’s in ruin and the bridges drawn

Our love was like the hope of spring in thaw
it was an overpass that leads away from hell
now in my heart I feel the devil’s claw

Our love is gone, I am an empty shell
I scrutinize my faults, denounce my deeds
could I recover in my lonely cell?

Our love is now a garden full of weeds
but from our roses I have saved the seeds

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For Today’s dVerse Open Link I combine with Trifecta to use the word crude, I have also added words from #lqw (brimstone) #artwiculate (forlorn) and #ohj (scrutinize and overpass) I have written it using Terza Rima and anaphora techniques.

July 2, 2013

92 responses to “A withered rose – Terza Rima sonnet”

  3. Just beautiful, Bjorn. I agree with the poster before…..masterpiece. Love the final couplet. It is good that there are beautiful seeds left. I think this is true of many failed relationships. There is always something good to remember.

  4. Thanks for making my day! Beautifully wrought poem, poignant, universal in appeal– very well done with all the demands and challenges you imposed on yourself. I imagine that’s what the pioneer sonneteers had done– going beyond and striving for even higher. The tradition of the classic sonnet lives on!

  6. LOve is the most powerful of all of Life’s gifts and, when it is gone or taken away, the void is deep, indeed. You have captured that sense of loss extremely well, as is becoming the norm for you, Bjorn. But, more than simply examining the pain of Love lost, you dug deeper and reminded us all of the importance of retaining the good and the positive of those relationships and continuing to grow and move forward. Expert advice, expertly written.

  7. Our love was like the hope of spring in thaw
    it was an overpass that leads away from hell
    now in my heart I feel the devil’s claw

    nice…really love that stanza as it builds the longing…that close is awesome though…the still saving of the seeds…very nice bjorn

  8. Our love is now a garden full of weeds
    but from our roses I have saved the seeds

    It creates a finality of everlasting love. Great write Bjorn!

    Hank

  9. I like the hope in the last two lines. It’s amazing how you have all the rhyming, but it doesn’t feel forced and the rhymes aren’t distracting at all.

  11. hey…when you have saved the seeds then there’s hope…get rid of the weeds and start sawing…smiles… i know it sounds easier than it is…and it’s hard work, but it’s possible…. hey…another terza rima…way cool

  22. i’ve always been mesmerised by skillfully written sonnets. yours is amazing — and truly heartfelt.

  23. Gorgeous to hold the seeds from the rose as well as stem and horn, beutiful flowing use of the terza rima sonnet.

  24. I’ve learned a lot about poetry reading your beautiful work. This is a lovely piece and you’ve captured my heart completely with the phrase ‘brimstone denouement”.

    It’s probably a secret, but I would love to know your process for writing such a complex poem. Do you “map” it or does it come to you in another form that requires molding?

    Lovely, Björn, just lovely :)))

  25. Goodness, what words and form ~ I like the repetition of Our love, then hopefully those seeds will bear another flowering again ~

  26. I always learn something reading your work, Bjorn. Terza rima – I love the sound of it. It was you who inspired me to branch out to Carpe Diem. I love this – those last 2 lines – wonderful!

  27. “Our love was like the hope of spring in thaw
    it was an overpass that leads away from hell
    now in my heart I feel the devil’s claw” such yearning and heartbreak.

  33. your refrain is as broad as any ever written, and still you manage to make this entirely relatable. I enjoyed your progression and imagery. wonderful terza rima sonnet.

  36. I really want to learn more about writing sonnets Bjorn – I truly love this form and you have done something great here. I love the slow disintegration of love then the salvation at the end. It was a brilliant pice of work my friend.

  37. This is beautiful the thorns of love often hurt ..you really captured me in the end , saving the seeds of love..memories planted in your heart..

  38. There is always something new and different every time I come to your blog, and I’ve yet to read one that was less than really well written. It’s sad and emotional, with a little light at the end of the tunnel

  40. for to try and tame a wildflower — there is none… i love the last lines . there is always renewal thank you

  41. I so admire, Bjorn, the way you faultlessly tackle these poetic forms and always come up with something that seems so effortless and beautiful. I love this!

  46. This is lovely. I especially love the last line–it’s always the last line that’s the best! (:

  48. This is so lovely, so deliciously crafted. It pulls me back to the withered roses in my own past, and forward again into my own little cache of saved seeds.

  53. Congrats on the form!!
    Love the couplet. I assume you are aware how hard it is to grow a rose from seed : )

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