One recent challenge for 12 poems in 12 months (at deadlinesforwriters.com) was to write a sonnet. I chose the Shakespearean sonnet form.
How do I miss you? Let me count the ways now we’re apart. I woke up late this morn, No pillowed head beside me this fine day, To snore throughout the night till after dawn. And, at the breakfast table all alone, no slurping from your teacup, no loud munch of toast or cereal while you check your phone. Likewise, a leisurely and peaceful lunch. I have the television to myself. No football now I have remote control. And all the tools you spread along the shelf are in the toolbox now. I’ve fixed that hole. I’m bearing up, dear, while I’m here alone, my jangled heartstrings settling. Don’t come home.