Lickety Split
L ost deep, the woods of tender age,
I feigned to quell my prurient rage ...
C aught amidst a gleam and glower,
K ept 'tween pages, pressed a flower.
E ach new and tragic love was meant
T o supplant that passion, abhorrent,
Y et as those windings wound to you ...
S ighs and moons came far too few.
P ushed by dreams we hoped to see,
L ife pulled our wings too recklessly -
I n fragile time, we burned our stars
T o precious ashes ... and tender scars.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Acrostically I Stand Tall" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee Sr, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Lickety Split Acrostic" Poetry Contest, Debbie Guzzi, Judge & Sponsor.
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