summer rain -
I wade into the surf and stand alone
enfolding in my arms, the dust of You
I hear the raving wind lament and moan
as if the summer storm is mourning, too ...
how sweet, the tender moments on these sands
'midst moonbeams or the sun, love unrehearsed
how oft' we spoke of these dear mortal plans
I never dreamed that you would be the first ...
I breathe your wispy ashes as they're thrown
and whisper your name softly while I do
I lost you once, and now I've lost again
as all my tears are lost ... in summer rain.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "N/A Re-Run" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
(N/A'd on February 13, 2019, "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 17" Poetry Contest)
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~ 1st Place ~ in the "Funeral, Eulogy, Or Memorial Service" Poetry Contest, Team Poetry Soup, Judge & Sponsor.
(I call this form "Dodici Rima" or Broken Rhyme of twelve lines)
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