In response to The Living Poetry prompt – Summer/Winter, I produced a half sonnet. The reason I called it half is because I managed 7 lines, 10 syllabus each line, with no iambic pentameter or rhyme. 🤪
You came in the deep of the darkest night
The leaves stripped off the trees by violence
You sealed their fate with humiliation
Snow white wedding gown on threadbare body
The bride weeped bitterly in her slender
Larmenting her beauty taken by you
Your treacherous hands ruined the most pure
Love that second line. Well done! Thanks for writing to my prompt.
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Wow, this is deeply beautiful and exquisitely written. Well done, my friend 🖤
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Thanks for your support Ace!
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Great post my friend. ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you Joni! 💚
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Love this!
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Thank you Lisa! 😊
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This is tormenting. Well written. 🙂
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Do you mean the torment of trying to make it a sonnet? If so I have to say you understand me well. wink, wink..
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Haha! You know it. 🙂
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Beautiful ❤️
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this made me stop for a moment and wander btw the lines, so hearthbreaking …
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Yes there was a layer of heartbreaking sadness. 💚
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definitely the way you wrote it successfuly delivered the feeling 💖💕
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Good words!
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