An Aging Sonnet

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Poetry Forms:  The Sonnet – (posted by Bjorn)
“With a new year comes changes and new goals to deliver. Given the success of our last book project we have discussed to create a book that could be used as a handbook of forms while at the same time include good examples of your poetry to be used in the dVerse little handbook on forms.

Therefore every second MTB will be a “Poetic Form” entry, and the prompt will remain open for four weeks to allow for editing and perfecting our entries.

You can of course combine the Poetics and other MTB entries to give you more possibilities to get into the handbook.

I will kick off with the sonnet, and we will be giving you opportunities to take part in this collective new effort.”

We spoke of old age as if immune,
our skin satin smooth, our energies at peak.
We lived in rock ‘n roll’s sublime cocoon,
and thrived in youth’s bubble, avoiding bleak

events.  Somberness touched only adults.
Working lives offered taste of reality,
marriages, children, divorce, tumult,
and how quick was our loss of vitality.

Fine lines appeared, eyes sagged and bagged.
We found our idols in the obituary,
followed by friends, whose ages lagged
behind us. Time flew like a quick mystery.

For each grain of sand that slides through the hour glass,
live each day fully; do not let it slip past.

Poetry Forms – The sonnet

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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21 Responses to An Aging Sonnet

  1. Grace says:

    Love the lesson in the concluding couplet. Live each day fully!!

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  2. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like this description of time: “Time flew like a quick mystery.”

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  3. msjadeli says:

    Ah so true and beautifully penned.

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  4. I like the conclusion, the harsh reality is that we all age, line by line and by gravity.

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  5. I’ve put my hourglass away behind some stuff where I can’t see it.

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  6. jillys2016 says:

    Kudos for rhyming immune and cocoon!

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  7. Mish says:

    Oh if we only knew then how lucky we were…and now each moment feels so fleeting.
    I love your descriptions and contrasts of youth and….well..um..yes, old age.

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  8. Ha! I think this is everyone’s story.

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  9. memadtwo says:

    And we all still feel in our minds like that 25 year old we once were. I’d even take 50 at this point! (K)

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