David Wood

Gold Star - 11,912 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Sonnet 32: Times Ancient Clock Etches Lines On Our Face - Poem by David Wood

Times ancient clock etches lines on our face
We are not young anymore, fresh youth’s song
Is an old tune now as we run life’s race.
And youth’s beauty have cast deep shadows long.
Now sweet heart our good health is on the wane
With hair once long and dark is going grey
We only have ourselves to keep us sane
A cold comfort that leads to cold decay.
But our love keeps the heart warm and tender
It’s grown over the years with tender bliss
Loves rapture that my heart does engender
Does make my heart leap with your tender kiss.
True love does not weary with age nor fade
It lives in the heart and is heaven made.


Comments about Sonnet 32: Times Ancient Clock Etches Lines On Our Face by David Wood

  • Pamela Sinicrope Pamela Sinicrope (9/14/2015 1:24:00 PM)

    So an interesting reversal here which I think holds true.... Stay young with love. This is a lovely romantic sentiment. Since these are sonnets I think they need to be read aloud to catch the musical nuances of the form and to see how the cadence affects the meaning. I like the images of the tender bliss and the tender kiss. The last two lines set my heart on fire! Lovely.... (Report) Reply

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  • Lorraine Colon (7/3/2013 12:48:00 AM)

    I like this one so much. This is the meaning of true love - physical changes not diminishing our feelings, but rather enhancing them. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran Vipins Puthooran (7/1/2013 9:52:00 AM)

    True love does not weary with age nor fade
    It lives in the heart and is heaven made.
    *****************************
    love is a pure feeling: : : : : :
    an excellent poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Simran Arora (7/1/2013 8:51:00 AM)

    Nice, ...cmplt pacg of fun nd emotn... (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran Vipins Puthooran (7/1/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    True love does not weary with age nor fade
    It lives in the heart and is heaven made.
    *****************************
    love is a pure feeling: : : : : :
    an excellent poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/1/2013 5:37:00 AM)

    True love lives in the heart and is heaven made. Nice message. Beautiful sonnet. (Report) Reply

  • Aman Arora (7/1/2013 5:02:00 AM)

    Great work. Last two lines especially. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 2, 2013


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