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A LOVE FORETOLD

A nonet

BerniethebardAugust 29, 202632 views
A LOVE FORETOLD

Love

foretold

years ago.

Soundless like snow.

Hanging in the trees,

floating on a summer breeze.

Precious time now spent together,

we enter the realms of forever.

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Tim Margetts

8/30/2026

There is a lovely gentleness to this, Bernie. “Soundless like snow” particularly got to me; such a simple image, but it captures beautifully the idea of something arriving almost unnoticed. I also enjoyed the craft of building the nonet upwards, allowing the poem to grow from that single word, “Love”, towards forever. I did get a little confused at the end, though. I can follow the syllable count perfectly from one through to eight, but I can't find the nine-syllable final line. If the image is intended to complete the poem, I'm still only finding eight syllables there, unless I've missed something. A lovely little piece regardless, and perhaps you've simply left me searching for that final piece of the puzzle.

Berniethebard

8/30/2026

Thank you very much for your kind words. The last line is "we enter the realms of forever" which has 9 syllables. I like the line you picked out too.

A lovely poem, Bernie. It reads softly like the falling snow and simmer breeze, flowing on, everlasting. Sounds perfect to me! :) Beautiful!

Thank you very much Katharine.

Ahhh. Everyone's hope when a relationship blossoms, right? Forever love. You've captured it beautifully. xoxo

Thank you Rachelle. That was the aim for sure. xoxo

The Words That Got to Me

Soundless like snow. I do love a bit of sibilance!

Suggestions / Possible Tweaks

on a summer breeze. I liked the idea but this phrase felt a little hackneyed.

I enjoyed the simplicity and sentiments expressed in this one. From Love at the start to forever at the end, this had grace and felt genuine.

Thank you very much both for your comment and your suggestion. Hackneyed is maybe a bit harsh. There are words I like to use when I write this sort of poem, words that provide a link between them. Breeze is one of those, along with thread and leaves.