'A Winding Water's Edge'
I dream of death and decay,
of doom, dirt and dust;
waltzing among wintry,
windswept graves wretched.
My refrain and rhapsody ragged,
my agony and anguish aches;
then, I am falling,
fathomless and fearful;
I wake by a winding water's edge,
weeping under a whimsical weeping willow . . .
March 25, 2019
Poetry/Alliteration/'A Winding Water's Edge'
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1164-410-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Standard Contest 620
sponsor, Brian Strand
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