Challenge
Challenge of the Week #59: Modernise Shakespeare’s ‘Shall I Compare Thee’ sonnet. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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All’s well with no coffee left
At times you remind of when there's no coffee left,
as the sun fades yet its warmth still fills the air,
my day of toil is at an end; I trod on, rest bereft,
as I prepare to reach for your smile most fair,
my long road back, in spite fatigue, begins,
sweetened by the promise of this night to come,
your joy 'tis comfort and caress; it beams;
in your smile, amid your lips, I find my home.
Then you'll say: "Alas! We ran out of grain to grind,"
most silly an excuse to remain in bed a little longer;
you asleep in my arms, your laughter in my mind…
a joyous song that tears all known sorrows asunder.
As mornings come rinding chill winds born North,
the smiles within my heart'll come surging forth.