Grace and Solitude
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I come consistent, end-of-day
To lay my troubles down and pray
Beside those worries that I weigh
On hushing sands that trim the bay
Thru sun or rain, in bright or gray
For wondered hours gone astray
Reposed in twilight's soft bouquet
Thus seeking life's sweet interplay
To shift and shape this grand ballet
While drowning in the day's decay
Amidst the bloom of nature's fray
I set loose cares and drown dismay
No brooding with "poor-me's" cliche'
Seclusion birthed of Hemingway
This shore, my peaceful protege'
A timeless friend to doubts, allay
And leave the griefs of yesterday ...
Let strains, like seas, just ease away
Soft, come the evening, come what may
Though softer, still, the moon's display
As slow, it creeps, to peep the cay
Oh here my soul shall ALWAYS stray
Where silence, peace and grace repay ...
Swept shore-ward ... love's last castaway.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Grace And Solitude" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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