The Turn
For the Sonnet of Shadows
Hope comes easy in basking sunlit hours,
When under short-shadowed trees, shade meets light,
And dazzled lovers forget to fear night,
But lay supine among nodding flowers.
On verdant carpets, in green-spun bowers,
Unfurled, we dream whatever dreams we might,
And with forever beyond blinkered sight,
At summer's breast, build our gleaming towers.
How soon though, come the crisping, brittle dusk,
We curl wide eyed upon the hard hoared ground,
And look to naked stars for better fate.
But in our fisted hand lays summer's husk,
And such is ever how this world is wound,
Kept warm, a seed of hope may germinate.
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"Do It Again" the track that would ultimately open the Beach Boys final album on Capitol Records which was released on February 10th 1969 had originally been released as a single in August of 1968. The track was the first of many post-Pet Sounds era throwbacks to the early Beach Boys sound which would become continually more cliched and eventually lead the Beach Boys to the level of self-parody they would eventually succumb to in the 1980s while their closest contemporaries The Beatles nearing the end of their run in 1969 would go on to be viewed as the most influential band of all time. However, the song itself is not bad on its surface, and it opens with a futuristic sounding (for 1969) drumbeat captured by then-Beach Boys engineer Stephen Desper using tape delays on the drums performed by Dennis Wilson and John Guerin. The song has been re-recorded numerous times over the years on various Beach Boys-related projects most notably the 2011 re-recording at Capitol studios featuring the five surviving Beach Boys at the time backed instrumentally by various members of both the Brian Wilson Band and Mike Loves touring "Beach Boys" to promote the then upcoming Beach Boys 50th Anniversary reunion tour in 2012. The hammering and power drill sound at the end of the song was an excerpt from a track called "Workshop" that was to be a part of the uncompleted "SMiLE" album.
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Needed this little seed of light/ hope today!! Belated congrats on placing Runner-up in the sonnet of shadows challenge!!
Congrats, Hannah! 🤩
Congratulations, Hannah!
Congratulations on your runner up placement! 🎉🎉
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Damn, this is exquisite. Sublime and exquisite, and I can't believe I managed to place alongside you. Congrats Hannah!
This sonnet feels timeless in structure yet modern in emotional honesty. The final couplet, especially, leaves a lingering sense of quiet optimism amidst life’s inevitable decline.
Terrific romanticism of the natural world, Hannah. Excellent sonnet.
Beautifully written, Hannah! Imagery, eloquence, rhythm and rhyme. What more could we ask for?
Some rich descriptions of nature here Hannah, and I really liked "And look to naked stars for better fate."- makes me think of Shakespearean destiny. The mix of hope and fear is good👏
Such imagery! Everything is so fragile, eh, in these dark days? Hope needs sowers, that's for sure.
Oooo, those last three lines were my favourite. Loved your poem!
Beautiful rhythm and rhyme… love the sudden change from tranquillity… “ But in our fisted hand lays summer's husk, And such is ever how this world is wound, Kept warm, a seed of hope may germinate.”💖
So many wonderful lines in your lovely sonnet. My fave is But lay supine among nodding flowers. Better than Wordsworth’s dancing flowers and lonely as a cloud (don’t tell Paul!) Wonderful sonnet and good luck on the challenge!
I’m not sure why but I love the characterization of dusk as brittle. Makes it seem so fragile and brief, which I suppose it is.
A beautiful sonnet