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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I craft poems by evening time since I can't slumber. I'm dreary of the one with a springtime splendor. I'm lacking in rest, shrewdness, and moral dignity. I've lost my aware vicinity and spotless anger. We are not blinded by flies, owls, or moral agony. It's not the fatal quiet or the sun's loss that's injury. This isn't a chorus wraiths in the lush hedging. The drab caveats of another day induce dark dubiety. Nebulae, stars, neutrons, and quasars are all fledgling. Dismal holes with some pale and green dwarf lighting Blooms to be merely seen or to be picked in billion years. This is the chronicle of the star nights, every evening. Every night blurs you from my sight, yet, shed the tear. I wish for a splendid twilight and consistent star seer. I trust the rife angel's whisper and recall our discourse. My awe, once the chalice in grasp was deep, rest clear. Our spurn requital to God wanes our sole act of alertness. While ebbing pristine streets toward the swift darkness We scrutinize the cosmos, yet we are witless of his might. Due to the safety risks of glass shards bits in the chalice Wishing I had a hundred mates to gather around light. My soul suffers in a gentlefolk that scorns peace bight. Yet I shudder at the cogitation of starving to death alone. Life is amazingly brief not to raise a chalice to reunite. Written: January 17, 2022 The Chalice of Night Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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