Wild winds of heavy stone
Gently shift my gaze
I am confronted with my darkness
Where went the summer's haze?
Now tempered with a western breeze
I stand here all alone
And meet forthwith a tampered glass
Which hailed that heavy stone
At rest beyond a passing gaze
like wrecks beneath the seven seas
As watercolors syncopate
Cradled, swayed in leper's arms
And colour-fast no rising sun
will thoughts integrity derate
What drenched inquiry stripped of vain
Then flowed the Sea of Eight
Into a world not yet begun
An empty world without terrain
where every moon is a honeymoon,
and every night is a wedding night.
with silvery fingering rays which soon
dance betrothed in bonded plight
- Authors: Unobtrusive Sun, sylviasearcher, Michael Edwards, Javiilicitano
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- Finished: October 23rd, 2018 01:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: Let's make this one a half stanza per submission, as above, but feel free to resubmit! Let's also keep it rhyming or near rhyming (just as acceptable). An alternate rhythm is totally acceptable (rhyme in first and last line of stanza, etc) Turn it into whatever you like! Maybe after a few contributions the poem will take it's own unique form and message. Use your imagination!
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