Easter morning bubbles gently in the sky,
sun yolk swaddled in a muslin chalazae.
Cheeks billowy as clouds, the newborn cries,
ripe from his mother’s fresh bouquet.
The yellowest tinge of hair upon chin;
The weight of something new upon my chest.
His almond eyes and tulip-petal skin.
The waves that come in heightening crests.
Resurrection of joy, each oval wet;
I haven’t gotten over the bliss yet.
©2023 | K. Hartless
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own sonnet. Incorporate tradition as much or as little as you like – while keeping in general to the theme of “love.” A tall order, a sonnet on Easter Sunday. A happy verse, so anyways, here is my muse.
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This was so heartwarming, K 🙂 Hope you had a lovely Easter weekend 🐇🐝🥚
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Thank you, Tom. Endless joy from this little boy. Happy Easter. 💜
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So beautiful and enchanting! Happy Easter 🐣 blessings to you and your family!
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Thank you kindly, Pam. Happy Easter to you and your loved ones as well. 🌷Abundance and joy.
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a Ressurection poem; very apt; had to look up ‘chalazae’; I like that I learn things from your posts as well as enjoy the imagery —
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Thanks, John. I learn things from writing them. It was difficult, this love sonnet to my son. But, for a one day job, I’m happy with it. 🙂 Happy Easter, John.
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