take care not to fill that cold space too soon left in the wake of a visit from death surrender to wafts of scent left behind departing remnants of life in a room savor the sweetness with each inhaled breath as memories of life shared fill your mind the world can spin on without you today turn off your phone, brew some tea, get some rest focus on you right now, grieving takes time for some days, months, more; there is no right way no reason or rhyme
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 - Day 16 Prompt: Write a Curtal Sonnet (see the description below). Since i am deep in the thick of it these days, taking full advantage of the Melancholy Muse who lurks in from the shadows to show her face in times like these.
The curtal sonnet consists of 10 lines written in iambic pentameter and a final line consisting of a single spondee (or foot consisting of two long or stressed syllables). Here's the rhyme scheme:
Line 1: a Line 2: b Line 3: c Line 4: a Line 5: b Line 6: c Line 7: d Line 8: b Line 9: c Line 10: d Line 11: c
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