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Poems for year 4 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024. |
| Lost Oh, bright the sparkling light of that first dawn when we, the babe, do greet our wak’ning morn with lusty cries, indignant, angry fists, and bleary eyes clamped tight against the mists. Our solace then our mother’s warming breast, so beats the heart from chest to tiny chest till mild and gentle sleep the sobs doth soothe, our anger stilled in consolation smooth. How soon those birthing moments lost to time do fade beneath life’s mesmerising rhyme our former home of comfort tightly wound forgotten now behind the daily round. Line count: 12 Form: Sonnet, iambic pentameter, rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 29 2024 Prompt: Lost. |
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