Gregory Richard Barden Poet Free verse

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Delightful

candles ...
ten thousand flames
floating on a glass lake, tender
each, a drift its own ... a cadence
a pattern, divine, rhythmic
intended for its purpose
a million million years hence
lilies of light, plucked in perfection
to bless the gaze ...
calm in consideration 
the water kisses its inky black from the night
cool to depths and actuality
stolen from the reach
at twilight ...
but, were I a child
with a heart of hopes
and a garden of dreams to spin upon
it would surely be the heavens
and a trembling sea ...
of suns.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Strand Completely New 24, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

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Edward Ibeh August 20, 2020 at 4:22 AM I'm so glad to still see you here, Greg:-) You're a "delightful" presence. my poet brother. Heartiest congratulations on your win! Great poem. Gregory Richard Barden August 23, 2020 at 12:40 AM Thank you kindly, Sir Edward - always a joy to hear from you, Brother, and I'm pleased you enjoyed this one! I'm not writing much right now, but what I DO write I will post, (and I enter a few of Brian's contests cuz I don't have to follow any directions, which, to me, can stifle creativity). I'll also be running a few contests, but that's it. Nice to still stay in touch with a few of my friends here! Blessings!

John Hamilton August 17, 2020 at 7:30 AM A wonderful write G, phrasing that only you can come up with, lilies of light, plucked in perfection to bless the gaze...guaranteed that has never been written before. Gregory Richard Barden August 20, 2020 at 12:12 AM Thank you so much, John, that means a lot to me ... I'm enjoying writing these brief impressions - moments that bring up images and stories and past thoughts. Like my poem "One Kiss", (that I think was the first 1st place I ever got from you), instants in our lives hold far more than just one second of happening - they hold our lives within them. I love making those connections ... that's how I learn to value those momentary things even MORE. Blessings, Bud.