‘gainst thunderheads that break a summer heat
the sails have never been as pale before
it’s like they’re dying in a last defeat
to reach a haven and to come ashore
to rain that pounds a cottage window pane
bring both relief and tell of ends to come
relax some tenseness but increase the strains
as we listen to this early autumn drum
why can we never rest and stay content?
it might be hot, but then it turns too wet
but when winter’s here again we’ll repent
we didn’t well enjoy each drop of sweat
’cause summertime is carefree like the wind
forgetfulness of icicles makes us blind
So I break my hiatus for OLN today.
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July 26, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
You’re really nailling the sonnet thing eh? Good poem. Best>KB
Sonnets are fun to write 😉
Smiles…>KB
I do think whatever the weather is we find some reason to complain about it. Too hot. Too wet. Too many icicles. There are few things certain in life, but one certainty seems to be that humans will always complain about the weather. Nice to see you, Bjorn.
What an apt portrayal of the summer rain, Björn! I agree that we easily complain about the heat because we have already forgotten what the cold is like.
I love summer season Bjorn & I never complain of the heat as its a very short season here~ I haven’t written a sonnet in a while though ~ The form comes easily to you now ~
Good to see you again ~ Next week I’m off for vacation, ha ~
Bjorn, you’re the master of form! Nice sonnet, and yes, we need appreciate all seasons and enjoy the current day.
You are very right! We want things perfect! Actually, I don’t mind most any kind of weather, but I do recognize the sentiments here. Thanks. Sounds like you are having a great summer. k.
I suspect the weather was as much of a creative force as reading the posts at dVerse. So glad you chose to bring this to the pub today, Bjorn. And thanks for your support. Now go out and dance in the rain (as long as there isn’t any lightning.)
The last couplet grabs us with it’s non/rhyme yet spell rime – it drives home like an icicle banging us on the head. Such a beautiful couplet – and true of weather. Here in Texas where we have finally hit the high heat of over 100 degrees F. , we are now moaning when usually these temperatures start in April and last until mid-November. How easily we forget when nature changes. This year has been the coolest in my knowledge of Texas…and so comforting. We have been in a decade of drought and this year has brought rain, not yet enough, but cooling rain and clouds which is a great relief and comfort.
Summer is my favourite season and living in the uk I know icicles are not far off 🙂 so I definitely make the most of the sun:) wonderful poem!
Winter has its intensity, but high summer has a ferocity that is frequently alarming. You caught it here. Hooray for the mosh-pit of thunderboomers.
Weather finely crafted into word here. Bjorn, I’m coming to think of you as the Sonnet-Whisperer.
Somehow I had an abstract mirror thought while reading this. Its like I stepped sideways to another dimension, using your words as a perfect entry point for considering why being present to the moment at hand means I’m not stirring potential weather into an unwanted reality.
Some wonderful wordsmithing in this torrid summer sonnet.
I think there is beauty in every season..we forget this when one season passes, so focused on the beauty of the next, but it sends us little bouts of discord as time goes by so that we are ready to once again open our arms, hearts and eyes to the beauty of the next.
a lovely and stunning write.
there is a gathering power in your voice here Bjorn, as you weave your spell and, for me, you pass a litmus test – your best lines, as per: “forgetfulness of icicles makes us blind” could only have been written by you…. Great stuff!
We forget. We remember. We forget again. We wouldn’t get up if it didn’t work that way.
I enjoyed the truth in this….especially this:
“but when winter’s here again we’ll repent
we didn’t well enjoy each drop of sweat”–
yup, that’s what we do!!
Oh what a lovely sonnet! I too have been trying to find the words that capture a thunderstorm, and you have done it so well. Perfectly captured.
Hi Bjorn..and welcome back from your hiatus..i hope it renews you in true..2!
Ahh the paradox of discontent…
Ahh..the filling of content..when always feeling…
Filling and feeling..’there must be an invisible Sun”..”when the Sun
goes down’..”that gives it’s heat and cool to all’ when said is done……
to paraphrase the Police..a group i open praise!..
but at any rate…smiles again..and welcome back2!one more time!:)
Bjorn. Welcome back. I saw the great photo of you with Dawn. It was so nice that the two of you could meet. Lovely piece and fitting picture to accompany it. The seasons are different here. It’s monsoon now. Everyone was glad to see it start raining as there was a drought in June and the reservoirs were very low. 🙂 —Susan
why can we never rest and stay content – Great poem and full of emotion and images, and finding that place of rest where everything happens.
so glad you did… and I must say came back with a burst of beauty in your write… standing now applauding
I love to forget icicles! I hope this is still summer, and not early autumn. Great thoughts you’re having in your hiatus!
This line reads a little awkwardly: ” to rain that pound a cottage’s window panes”. I think you don’t need the apostrophe s on cottage, nor the s on pane – whereas the rain poundS!
Thank you so much, yes it sounds much better now.
‘I’m glad you’re not offended!
Beyond the title, which is fantastic, so much to love here, Björn. “Autumn drum” is particularly unexpected, and I love the “eye rhyme” of it.
Lots to like in your poem. My favorite line: as we listen to early autumn drum.
Here I am arriving near the end of the line, but really grateful that you broke the hiatus for the sonnetical foray; love Wendy calling this a “torrid summer sonnet”, & Lori calling you the “Sonnet whisperer”, for both are so very Accurate. American sentences seems to be my go-to form when playing poetic tennis with the net down. Your final lines are killer, your insights bang on, your participation golden.
And very glad you broke your hiatus indeed – I can see you’ve fallen victim to the beauties of the sonnet as I have… And yes, I could complain about the wet summer we’re having, but we’d do much better to appreciate what we have instead of focusing on what we don’t.
Summers are real intense overhere but summer rains are as refreshing as it can get. Lovely poem 🙂
“why can we never rest and stay content?” it is our nature to want more… even when truly we have enough.
Awesome title.
And everything else is great too.
My husband teases me that I am always complaining about the weather – too hot – too cold! Wonderful reminder to enjoy the moment because it will change and sooner than we think! K
How true…how true…the perfect last line…
I LOVE!!!!! your title! And I adore this impeccably written sonnet….sigh. Those closing lines are perfection. Seems it is always too hot, too cold, too rainy or too dry for us. Hee hee.
A beautifully crafted poem.
Bjorn, welcome back and with a great sonnet..just adore when you write these..
nicely done. Loved that you used a near rhyme for your closing couplet.
I enjoyed reading this very much and I’m not usually into rhyming poetry. 🙂
Sonnets and rain go hand in hand. Nice form here Björn!
ah we will repent come winter, for sure…
for not enjoying every bit of this summer….
i did…just got back home from my vacation
hope th rest of yours goes well bjorn
I love, ‘early autumn drum”.