Sonnet For My Youth Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Sonnet For My Youth
The annual withering of body;
Primeval herbage of my soul alive;
Transformed all by Time that's never tardy
To arrive, —interfering in my life.
And I wonder where have my years gone; —
Gone from my life that passed me by unfelt,
And leaved me reminiscing all alone:
So broken-hearted, tired, and bereft
Of all my beauty, energy, and love.
When my appearance melted all the hearts
Which once set eyes on me; as did my dove:
Where is the angel of my youth which hurts?
Come! Bring me a drop of your elixir:
Tantalise me softly with your vigour!
Dear poetess you echo my fast fading youthful joys....But don't worry life is beautiful with dying joy.... whatever has gone has left behind a mature mind..serene contemplative. And wise...what is, , , , more beautiful...
A wonderful sonnet that focuses on past joyful memories which can very much be generalized... Brilliantly penned!
In forties such feelings are normal and I can relate to this Sonnet. With time everything fades but love remains and it grows in leaps and bounds. Loved it, thanks for bringing back some nostalgic moments of past.100++
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5/23/2024 11:57:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this sonnet. Our body indeed being hammered by time. But the beauty within is truly left untouched by this thief of youth. Excellent poem, Mihaela. Thought provoking!