Winter Reflections (a Sonnet)


A sonnet consists of 14 lines structured into two parts. The first part gives an “argument” and the second part a “solution” separated by a “volta” (a turn), in the italian sonnet the argument consists of the first octet leaving the last sextet for the resolution.  Today at d’Verse Poets Pub, Bjorn introduced us to different forms of the sonnet. I am attempting to write my first Italian sonnet. It includes my thoughts on aging in this winter time of my life.

In this gray leafless winter time of life
When reflection dominates my thinking
Age blankets memory snowy cold twinkling
Covering over old pain hurt and strife

Forgetting past and sometimes the present
Contemplating my future things to come
Will old age smile on the end of my run
Or can I early pass on content

Life goes on independent of us
New changes will come without our consent
All I can do is watch and make a fuss

But if I have no choice about this chatter
Why should I worry or fret with resentment
To stay or leave does not really matter


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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31 thoughts on “Winter Reflections (a Sonnet)

  1. Powerful piece Dwight, deeply felt. I understand reflections of this type. With every year they visit. Staying now, as long as I can, has become my focus – the result of living with my 5-year-old grandson. But to the world in general, “to stay or leave does not really matter”.

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  2. your reflections are so well paced Dwight, and at the end of this wonderful sonnet a realisation that no matter what we do, there’s a certainty of fate. your voice matters though, you never know the hearts it can touch.

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  3. Interesting reflection — certainly no one wants to hear the whining as we fall apart. And new sparkling thing replace us inevitably, so griping about it is pathetic. But it is so tempting. Instead, to find pleasure in no simple things is our effort — as you have in writing poetry. I enjoyed your insight and writing.

    If I understand correctly, the Petrarchan rhyme is:
    But your second stanza and your fourth stanza’s don’t match those prior:
    not that it matters — “Why should I worry or fret ” 😉

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