∼ For all her worth, she searched high and low for a spark to ignite her Forlorn, quaking and lost, no joy lighted her way. Scouring her soul, a spy in her own psyche, she searched for a plot Forlorn, lost and quaking, no joy lighted her way. Then came a day without warning, her heart felt a spark of passion, flames engulfed her, joy lighted her that day forward. ∼
This poem is in response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #27. The prompt words to be included are: WORTH | SPARK | PLOT | QUAKE | SPY . Each of the stanzas is in ’28 Form’, consisting of seven lines of four syllables.
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