Season's Tears, Sonnet from Elizabeth Bishop Snippets Challenge Options

[Larry]

There are numerous weekly, monthly, famous authors and fun challenges to pique your interest or just to goad your muse in the different forums on this site. This one is from the Acropolis Forum and consists of a number of "snippets" taken from Elizabeth Bishop's poems. This one is my effort to tie them all together into a coherent sonnet but you may use any form you wish in expressing your thoughts derived from the given pieces of the puzzle.

Larry


Season’s Tears

In burning rivulets the tears descend,
splash in the fallen leaves of Autumn’s death
which paint the meadows with their bones. They lend
no such illusions to Winter’s first breath.

Clouds, heavy with gray crocheted edges fill
the sun-cracked thwarts in fields, Summer’s remains.
While cycles, in the arms of rhythm thrill
each child with what clamorous joy contains.

But of each year, my happy days are Spring
when sounds of controlled panic roll… repeat
as thunder crashes, rains begin to sing
then turning to marimba music’s beat

upon the roof. Within some realms I keep
how people change and much like seasons, weep.



Snippets used in order of appearance: in burning rivulets, in the fallen leaves, paint the meadows with, no such illusions, heavy with gray crochet, sun-cracked thwarts, in the arms of rhythm, with what clamor, happy days are, of controlled panic, turning to marimba music, some realms I

[Psyche]

Hi Larry,

Thanks so much for your careful explanation of S1. I read you loud and clear now, no problems and your sonnet is lovely all the way through. I really only had an issue with the word bones! I'm going back to my Patagonia Lost ballad to revise. The word bones also turned up there...LOL.

I consider myself lucky to have your guidance in these matters.

Off to revision II now, hope I can get it right this time.

Cheers, Syl***