
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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I can hear and feel palpable silence in this poem of anguish and loss. And the acknowledgement that while everything is different, somehow, the days still dawn with the bright sun. That in itself is cold comfort.
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You put this so well! Thank you for your more than kind words and for reading. 😊
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A great write, Stew … your roundel resonates deeply for many of us … I know it does for me.
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Thank you Helen! It is a great feeling to know your work resonates with another, even when it is not the best of feelings. 🤗
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Whether due to leaving or demise, the having to live in a place imbued with memories is so difficult Stew and you put it so well…
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Thank you! It is difficult to carry on when all around you see memories. Thank you for reading!
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Beautiful in its sadness 🖤
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Thank you! I really appreciate your comment. ☺
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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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Thank you so much Kim! ☺ I think the whole poem has a bit of that contrast. A necessary goodbye or perhaps a not surprising but unexpected one.
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“the cold comfort of what was our room” – you paint this atmosphere so well
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It is a weird dichotomy going back to a room you’ve shared with another person that is no longer there. Thank you for reading! ☺
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oh how ii luv
“The sun arose upon the morning sky
I sat and watched the clouds red and orange bloom”
much♡love
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Thank you so much! ☺
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such a devastating line, Stew:
My heart is dead, my chest is just a tomb
A heart turned to stone doesn’t feel anything. A heart in a tomb hears every echo 😦
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I do really like that line. I also really like your reading of it. That does add weight to it. Thank you for reading. ☺
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You are very welcome.
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