shores of ardor -
I stand upon cold sands of lovers, past
surveying, bleak, the misty metaphors
a crimson blush of hope so setting fast
its wake left by a tempest on this shore
seems only yesterday I found this place
the grace of callow yearning, underfoot
a pulse of passion showing love its face
and leaving but an ash of rapture's soot
the shadow of my spirit grows enraged
this ocean, love, was all I longed to sail
yet now the season of my path is aged
as all my moonlite fizzles wan and pale
and so ...
I'll lay my joys upon these sands to stay
forgotten not 'til time has washed away.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Any Rhyming Poem In April" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Mid April 2018 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
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