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

[Larry]

Hi Alan, Syl*** and Steve,

Alan, my "book-larnin" isn't that massive but my retention of things "larned" is pretty good. I, too, have picked up a lot as I write and read others work, especially here on MM. I am happy that I was of some small assistance to you in expanding your knowledge.

Sylvia, thank you so much for the visit, read and your kind words. Yes, it is a pity that deforestation is still a fact of life and there are laws which govern what and where one may "harvest" trees. The trouble is, in these tough economic times, choices have to be made and on private land, the laws are made by the owners. It was sad to see those hugh 100+ year-old oaks and decades old pine trees go so after walking through various moods, I wrote this poem to allay my feelings with a bit of venting. Glad you enjoyed the read and sorry it was on such a sore subject.

Steve, thank you for your praise and for your gift of another sonnet. Your Maple tree and the wistful way you wrote about it made me think how much such a thing affects one's life. I've posted it in this forum and titled it "Steve's Maple Tree". Hope you like it!

Larry

[Psyche]

Hi Alan, Syl*** and Steve,

Alan, my "book-larnin" isn't that massive but my retention of things "larned" is pretty good. I, too, have picked up a lot as I write and read others work, especially here on MM. I am happy that I was of some small assistance to you in expanding your knowledge.

Sylvia, thank you so much for the visit, read and your kind words. Yes, it is a pity that deforestation is still a fact of life and there are laws which govern what and where one may "harvest" trees. The trouble is, in these tough economic times, choices have to be made and on private land, the laws are made by the owners. It was sad to see those hugh 100+ year-old oaks and decades old pine trees go so after walking through various moods, I wrote this poem to allay my feelings with a bit of venting. Glad you enjoyed the read and sorry it was on such a sore subject. <<<<< Larry, you must have gone through a rough time, watching the harvesting of 100+ year-old oaks...wow...It's scary... in an economic crisis, everything 'old' becomes vulnerable, including ourselves! It must have been doubly heartbreaking to know that your own boys needed to do this. I'm so sorry!
My stepdaughter's husband, who's an E.R. doctor in Spokane, had his salary sliced by 40%, whereby he's now developed shingles on his forehead. It's been put down to excessive stress. It's unusual to get shingles on the forehead, and it's the worst kind, because the herpes virus can invade the eyes and cause serious damage to one's vision. So I'm praying for him, poor kind man.
I've gone off-topic...



Steve, thank you for your praise and for your gift of another sonnet. Your Maple tree and the wistful way you wrote about it made me think how much such a thing affects one's life. I've posted it in this forum and titled it "Steve's Maple Tree". Hope you like it!

Larry