Not A Moment Too Soon

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The bright sun arose in the morning sky
I sat in my bed and watched the clouds bloom
From the cold comfort of what was our room

The black darkness fled as the birds did fly
Rising high taking with them the night’s gloom
The sun arose upon the morning sky
I sat and watched the clouds red and orange bloom

I wonder why last night you said goodbye
My heart is dead, my chest is just a tomb
But yet, it was not a moment too soon
The bright sun arose in the morning sky
I sat in my bed and watched the clouds bloom
From the cold comfort of what was our room

This was for a dVerse prompt: … Thus we distinguish the Chaucerian Roundel from all other forms as well as from The Rondel and Rondeau. And by now you’ve guessed that our poetry today is to be written as Chaucer outlines:

Poetry Style:

  • 13 lines
  • 3 stanzas divided into 3 lines (tercet); 4 lines (quatrain) 6 lines (sestet)
  • rhyme scheme: A B1 B2/a b A B1/a b b A B1 B2
  • usually 10 syllables per line as iambic pentameter

Hope you enjoy!

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Published by authorstew

C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

17 thoughts on “Not A Moment Too Soon”

  5. Such a sad poem, Stew, as expressed in the lines ‘…the cold comfort of what was our room’ and ‘My heart is dead, my chest is just a tomb’. I especially love the contrast of the flashes of colour in the ‘clouds red and orange bloom’.

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