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

[Larry]

Hi All,

Glad you enjoyed my little romp using someone else's poetic snippets to form a sonnet. That is just how those particular words hit me and the poem kind of oozed out.

Syl, please let me clarify S1 for you. If for no other reason than to increase your enjoyment and appreciation for what I'm trying to say.

In burning rivulets the tears descend,

The narrator is crying because of the beauty of the seasonal changes; the loss of warm Summer nights and the slow motion denuding of all the reds, yellows and gold of fall.


splash in the fallen leaves of Autumn’s death
which paint the meadows with their bones.

The tears splash into the leaves of Autumn which add their dying colors to the meadows. The leaves are the bones of the passing season.


They lend
no such illusions to Winter’s first breath.

Winter cares not for that colorful beauty of Autumn's death so the leaves do not lend that illusion which the narrator sees.

Things always lose something in the explanation but I hope this will bring you some clarity.

John, As always, thank you for your visit and for your glowing praise of my effort. Would that all that wonderful imagery was mine but I merely fitted together pieces of a puzzle, thanks to my muse.


Luce, I enjoyed your post in that forum. The only thing you need to do is to edit it at the bottom with a list of all the snippets used in order of appearance. I don't know if that is absolutely necessary but I and others who reside and play in that forum tend to follow that procedure.

Again, Thank you all for the visit and the read. Back soon with another!

Larry

[Luce]

Luce, I enjoyed your post in that forum. The only thing you need to do is to edit it at the bottom with a list of all the snippets used in order of appearance. I don't know if that is absolutely necessary but I and others who reside and play in that forum tend to follow that procedure.

Okay, I went back to the poem and listed the snippets in order of appearance down in the bottom. However, in the future I'll be bolding them in the poem rather then listing them separately. I do have a question in there about the challenge. Would appreciate it if you or someone in that forum can answer it.

BTY - Incorporating the snippets in a sonnet is indeed a challenge. Nice!!!
Luce