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POETRY IS AN ECHO
Streaked with fresh tears shining in the silver light
Of the moon reflecting off the windowpane
A rendezvous of sounds whisper in the night
Dark shadows flit into the overgrown lane
Of my mind; echoing the words; taunting me
Grappling with the visions to please set me free
Crumbled in frustration of inspiration
I dance with the shadows in liberation
Inspired by: "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." ~ Carl Sandburg
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Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest Name: Poetry about Poetry
9 January 2013
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