September 18, 2017 Placed 1st: Your personal perfect poem contest by Brian Strand Placed 6th: premiere contest 15 by SKAT A
A softer breeze blows his way And a sunny day shines everywhere Painting the sky blue and grey. But those hues are not for him, For him it's dark everywhere As if the earth never rotates And dark moon stays frozen in place, Like a perpetual solar eclipse Dark of the world stays transfixed. Of all the people he would like to see, He would like to see his wife's face In the twilight evening-sky bestows When her loving posture glows As she points to a beautiful rainbow. As he hears the birds chirping One thing he does regret: He's never seen a bird's nest, Having heard the hatchlings' cry Never has he seen the birds fly. When he walks his child to school As people frolic in the day's glitter, Of all the things that come to mind One thing has bothered him for a while: He has never seen his daughter's smile. There are no road signs for him Only the wisdom hand guides his path. With borrowed eyes he works his farm, And rides the wind to spin a ball, And swings a bat with a mighty call. Having felt this power in Angel's eyes He wonders what God looks like. Among the many friends he has His wife is his best friend. Among the people who love him She is the best, love could ever find. While all his friends believe in him His wife is the only one who thinks Her husband is not blind.
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