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

[JustDaniel]

I'm rather certain that I and many others have unedited pieces lingering in the archives and back pages here, and perhaps one by one we can recover some of them.

I check from time to time where the "guest" visitors have their 'last click' and notice that the board is visited very often and in a wide range of places. I've gone to some of those places that were my own while the 'guest' is there and made some corrections on a number of occasions! It helps ME too!

deLighting in your faithful sharing, Daniel