tender blossoms -
tender, then, a gentle kiss
daubed in boyhood, meek
soft, the pair of little bows
their press upon my cheek
the brush of fond mystique
tender, then, the darling girl
in pleats and cotton whites
smiling as to woo the world
and my heart's fancy flights
the charm of summer nights
tender, then, a budding love
a-tumbling, deep, the grass
so aching for a moon above
and passion's mute impasse
one brown-eyed bonny lass
tender, then, to bring a wife
thru best of times, and bad
if only love was guaranteed
to hence, from that wee lad
tender blossoms I have had …
now their petals, wilted, sad.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice 19, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Pick A Title, Volume 2 - Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
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