The Winter of Our Discontent

[Pendragon]

The Winter of Our Discontent
(With apologies and respect to John Steinbeck)

We sang of leaves and trees and flowers,
Did our wishing upon distant stars—
We could waste away the precious hours,
Lost in drugged dreams and flashy cars…
Hours spent perfecting guitar riffs,
Dreams of strutting upon the stage
Never thinking of the chances missed
We thought that we were all the rage—
Now the leaves have turned and fallen off,
The trees stark naked, flowers gone
The stars have somehow turned their burning hells off
Youth has vanished into old age’s storm…
Still somehow we think ourselves the universe’s center
Never realizing spring has now become winter…

Pendragon
© Sunday, August 16, 2009

[PrinceMyshkin]

Very deft and melodic. I'm puzzled why the tip of the hat to Steinbeck when the title will surely remind many of Shakespeare?

[Virgil]

Marvelous sonnet Pen. It is quite good. Only line I thought rough was this, "Now the leaves have turned and fell off." Should it be "fallen off?"

I really liked the second quatrain:

Hours spent perfecting guitar riffs,
Dreams of strutting upon the stage
Never thinking of the chances missed
We thought that we were all the rage—



Prince, I believe Steinbeck had novel titled The Winter of Our Discontent, which of course was quoted from Shakespeare's Richard III.

[Pendragon]

Thanks Virgil, I corrected that line.

Thanks, Prince, and Virgil is right, it is the title of a Steinbeck novel...:wave: