You Be the Judge

Written by: Gregory Richard Barden

You Be the Judge

There is a language in the language that only I speak

   There is a weave of gossamer meanings that vibrates

 Meant to tremble the spirit like song on the tympans

To drunken the heart with omens of love and passion

 These words, these constructs of phonetic iterations

   I can only judge with their strums of my heartstrings

      In all humility, a music that sometimes moves, or not


    And it is to each soul, in turn, to breathe it joy ... or silence. 






~ 2nd Place ~  in the "You Be The Judge" Poetry Contest
Bobby May, Judge & Sponsor.

Your Judgment Rating: Musically lyrical, intently ambiguous, soundly anapestic