You
entwine
with my mind.
So comforting,
that sweet hum, warm and kind.
Your voice in the night, to me brings
gentle flutters, midnight butterfly wings.
Though I couldn't see, in my lonely heart I knew.
A reunion, as you would softly sing.
In my dreams, the memory clings.
Sleep and death, a fine line.
Not frightening,
as it binds,
and finds
you.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a diatelle for this poetry contest. A diatelle has a set syllable count and a set rhyme.
The syllable count is: 1-2-3-4-6-8-10-12-10-8-6-4-3-2-1. The rhyme patter is: abbcbccaccbcbba. It is usually displayed centered. See an example here. |
Author Notes
Thanks to seshadri_sreenlivasan for the perfect butterfly. Sometimes when we lose someone, it is nice to think that they can whisper to us once again, in dreams.
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