Confetti (Sonnet)

[tryeager]

Weep not, poor winter, season most hated;
Season of death and despair, so despised.
Borne as a burden, brashly berated,
Annual martyr, yet ne'er canonized.
Man is made stronger through struggle and strife,
Sculpted by scars and then polished with pain.
Our woes are like water, needed for life;
Barren and dry is a world without rain.
So worry not, winter, stifle your cries,
Raise a great blizzard to temper my soul.
And though I may curse this yearly demise,
Know that you failed not to finish your goal.
With fabulous fervor the fine flakes fall,
As winter's cold confetti covers all.

[Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com]

Hi tr, and welcome aboard! I'm glad you decided to accept my invitation.

Wonderful form with an easy rhyme and meter makes this such an enjoyable piece. These lines really stood out to me:

Borne as a burden, brashly berated,
Annual martyr, yet ne'er canonized.

Brilliant wordplay in there. Great stuff!

[ARTHUR KELLY]

Welcome Tryeager, well disciplined in rhythm and rhyme (loved the female rhyming in the first four lines).

The picture you painted was concise and filled with an empathy for a season litlle rated and much berated.

Glad to see someone else in the forms, it was getting bleak over here ;D

*exalt* for this wonderful piece and look forward to seeing more from you on the boards

Arthur

[stacy (FINALLY back!)]

I loved the metaphors and brilliant imagery in this. A wonderful sonnet. Nicely done. Exalt!

[prometheus]

I also liked this a great deal, and you have done a good job on the Iambic pentameter, which is a harsh task master. It's not strictly iambic but it still flowed sweet as honey. Very enjoyable.