© 03-22-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
Sponsor: Nathan A.
Contest Name: any poem # 3
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: any poem will do
and post notes and photos about your poem.
The sky embraced night's darkened silent shout
outside your bleu fenêtre, alone I stood,
my mind succumbed to null - and crossed to doubt
- a broken model made from balsa wood.
The foolish daughters of the gusts - (some thought!),
came to escort sky's sovereign tears - clouds shed,
you fled above; sepia contrast - and naught,
in air the photograph adheres - my wed.
And then the vastness chose to die - (my soul!)
in that same dream I kissed your palms - and craved,
soul's longitudes that sing and lie - stand tall,
deep burns this solitude's realms - engrave.
In air suspending a newspaper folds
remote's her dance, that renders winds approach
her insignificance my spirit holds,
before the window mends my blue night thoughts.
© G. V. 03-22-2013