Monday 27 October 2014

Solitary Oak

* My first sonnet and it is a happy one*


I walk this pristine path done with the day's duty ,
Away from the city and its dark jokes.
After the brutal ballad, the winner is true beauty,
And there’s just me and these glorious oaks.
One with myself I am, not alone with everybody,
I am not the party’s intoxicated sobs.
I sing songs of this beautiful natural electricity,
And in that fantasy of accepted reality my head nods.
And the oaks look down on me ever so quietly,
My best friends, guarding me from all foes.
The battle scars seem to fade into the thundering electricity,
Away from those maddening, dissonant throes
And my foolish heart hopes in all naivety,
Maybe the slipping of the summer finally stops.

A blossomed flower cannot unblossom,
Attack it, hurt it, try to burn it, but it will stay.
This is a truth, and the truth you must fathom,
The oaks will unlike faces always pay.
And alas, just one final wish from this form,
When my path is done, under the oaks let me lay.
And be again a sapling to blossom,
Towering, sheltering without any dismay.
Untouched by times, let me be forever in autumn,
Untouched by earthly touch, out of the maddening fray.
One brilliant, living breathing column,
All of life served in a tray.
And when the mocking faces, like oak leaves have died and fallen,
Let them know, only solitary oaks in the summer shall stay.


* Solitary Metamorphosis into pure beauty*

19 comments:

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  2. Nature does shower us with purity, beauty, strength and blissful solitude...wonderfully captivated...

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  3. There is a real security and stability in an Oak tree, with roots far and deep into the ground. This poem opens up a world of enchantment and questions.

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  5. "A blossomed flower cannot unblossom," the inherent progression of natural things and the reality of contentment; oh this is sooooo good

    much love...
    P.S.
    i invite you to Monday WRites
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  6. The solitary oak keeps its strength. (Congratulations on exploring a new form!)

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  7. When my path is done, under the oaks let me lay.
    And be again a sapling to blossom,
    Towering, sheltering without any dismay

    Perfect Suyash! Not easy with sonnets. You picked a perfect object to carry the message in a most elegant way. An oak regal and strong!

    Hank

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  8. Love the photo of the oak and the sense of peace in this poem. I find sonnets difficult. Good job.

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  9. I am always in awe of people who use forms. You did well and chose a strong image with the oak.

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  10. Beautiful. This looks like the Old Angel Oak just outsie of Charleston. I've stood beneath it and touched it… yes, I can feel this poem.

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  11. This is just great poetry.. wonderful lines that make me wish for the balm of solitude... and you did extremely well with the sonnet.

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  12. I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme in your work, and I truly love the natural imagery you used. ( Oaks are my favorite trees. I think they look especially beautiful in their bare winter state.) A well-written response to the prompt!

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  13. Touching words. The solitary oak survives & thrives.
    True for human life. We have to live on our own one day when all are gone...

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  14. Nice poem I think I want trees to talk for they could teach us much

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  15. My fav - "A blossomed flower cannot unblossom".

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  16. Wonderful writing. Beautiful lines of poetry!

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  17. Nature and solitude are shown well connected through the lines. I loved these lines,
    "A blossomed flower cannot unblossom,
    Attack it, hurt it, try to burn it, but it will stay." :)

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