Form-Fitting Poetry

Spring Is Real

Winter does not forever linger on

Still when the chill and bleak continue long

After the quiet cold should burst in song

Spring can appear an image not yet done

Greenery forged and made in thought alone

Bored with the old we start to doubt the young

Earth as the frost continues proving wrong

Memories filled with green and scents long gone

Seasons are nature's nature, nothing lasts

Humor and own good health, in time, return

Foolishness thinking gloom won't ever end

Moreso in granting all the bygone pasts

Killed after birthing that for which we yearn.

Coming and going both are heaven-sent

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Written for the April 2017 Poetry Contest by WP_Poetry as a petrarchan sonnet, using a iambic pentameter with a reversed first iamb.

Relevant links:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petrarchan_sonnet

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iambic_pentameter

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iambic_pentameter#Rhythmic_variation

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