The Touch "small tweaks", A Sonnet Options

[Larry]

The Touch

Their soundless screams reverberate with grief
that pierces hearts for all the centuries
of fading life. While scions, stem and leaf,
lie crushed beneath their ancient weight. No breeze

shall herald new beginnings in the spring
or sculpt the emerald crowns upon each head.
Strong bastions from the storms that summer brings
are laid in waste. Small denizens have fled

their home and larder, solace now denied
by death. No songs will greet the morn’ to surge
in airy heights, where once the swallow plied.
A mournful sound, as though a quiet dirge

now permeates this devastated glade
created from the touch of soulless blade.


L10 did begin with "to all".

L9 did read: by death. No songs to greet the morn’ converge

[Psyche]

A beautiful and sad sonnet, Larry. It's incredible that people still don't understand the havoc that mankind is creating on earth.

Nature may have her cycles beyond our control, but one has to be blind and heartless to chop down a grove of wondrous old trees. And at the same time dispersing wildlife, insects and so on. Isn't that sort of thing regulated in your area?

Concerning widespread deforestation, in my country it's done by giant, foreign corporations in connivence with corrupt local governments. I most certainly don't agree that so-called 1st. world countries are blameless. They're the ones that profit by closed-door pacts that the populations are unaware of.

But things are changing rapidly. At present we have two ongoing immense protestations barring some Canadian and British corporations from exploiting our gold and silver reserves. The people have simply stood firmly in the path of the machines and the governers of the respective provinces are having a bad time explaining what they arranged behind closed doors. Hmm...

I not only love your sonnets, Larry, I love them a lot more when they express harsh realities (or lovely ones). Content matters!

Greetings, Syl***