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Writing Out the Storm
trembling lips will speak to love
of loss, of fear, of death;
broken hearts and hurt thereof,
upon hope’s final breath
crowded minds will ponder gifts
of time, of faith, of space;
squandered days and subtle shifts
behind regret’s disgrace
leaking pens will spill the words
of each, of them, of all;
anxious souls and restless swords,
beneath the tempest squall
rain surrenders to the storm
art transcends intended form
of loss, of fear, of death;
broken hearts and hurt thereof,
upon hope’s final breath
crowded minds will ponder gifts
of time, of faith, of space;
squandered days and subtle shifts
behind regret’s disgrace
leaking pens will spill the words
of each, of them, of all;
anxious souls and restless swords,
beneath the tempest squall
rain surrenders to the storm
art transcends intended form
Published 19th Apr 2021
Author's Note
NaPo 19/30 55 unique words. Also, my first sonnet :)
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19th Apr 2021 9:50pm
Dear L,
Lovely. How exciting! Your first sonnet should be celebrated. Put your feet up and enjoy the rest of the day. Because tomorrow another poem is due! 😉
Great write. H🌷
Lovely. How exciting! Your first sonnet should be celebrated. Put your feet up and enjoy the rest of the day. Because tomorrow another poem is due! 😉
Great write. H🌷
27th Apr 2021 5:15pm
And then another, and another lol! This has been a tough season to write in, but I’m glad I’ve gotten this far! Three more days!!! Thank you so much for taking the time during your own busy writing season to lend your support. It means the world, Honoria 💜
20th Apr 2021 3:25am
rain surrenders to the storm
art transcends intended form
What we create ... keeps growing. Maybe we only give birth to the art
art transcends intended form
What we create ... keeps growing. Maybe we only give birth to the art
27th Apr 2021 5:16pm
It does tend to take on a life of its own. Thank you so much for reading, Loki. I really appreciate your support!
20th Apr 2021 2:57pm
This is a lovely sonnet, Luna! It flowed just as the old ones read years ago do. Love the clever title!
27th Apr 2021 5:17pm
20th Apr 2021 7:32pm
I'm ignorant to the definition of a sonnet, but i love this one. It flows like a river carving it's path of meaning.
I definitely have to come back when i have more time to talk about it in detail. :)
I definitely have to come back when i have more time to talk about it in detail. :)
27th Apr 2021 5:18pm
1st Jun 2021 6:10am
"leaking pens will spill the words" sounds some enigmatic and so cool.
The "squandered days" line rings so true, as I get older, thinking I could have been more productive, it's so relatable.
Wonderful sonnet Luna.
The "squandered days" line rings so true, as I get older, thinking I could have been more productive, it's so relatable.
Wonderful sonnet Luna.
1st Jun 2021 1:50pm
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