In lines of verse, where doth the soul find flight,
Through mists of time and space, through day and night.
A sonnet’s form, like moonbeams on the tide,
Guides thoughts in harmony, beneath the wide.
Fourteen lines, a tale of love or loss,
Of nature’s hand or man’s unyielding cross.
Two quatrains lay the groundwork for two,
Where rhyme doth intertwine, entwined and true.
But as the third stanza opens, like a flower
Unfurling petals to the morning hour,
A shift in tone—like sunlight breaking through
The clouds of storm that gathered in the view.
In the last couplet, wisdom’s light we see,
Resolving doubts or truths, our hearts to free.
So thus I pen my sonnet, as the night
Gives way to dawn, with hope and heart alight.
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Image model: RealCartoonXL
Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
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