Gregory Richard Barden Poet Italian Sonnet

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Heart Speak

Tho' I am but the sparrow's twining strains
The palette and the pen of whisp'ring souls
I'm sweeter, still, if dashed upon the shoals
Or bleeding from the hem of day's remains
Tho' I may weep from all a scoundrel feigns
For what each soldier's dying breath extols
It's grander, even, morning's meadow rolls
As spindrift, tossed upon the grassy plains
Oh, I am found the coursing thru all things
As warm within your veins, as sunset's sky
My constancy, to love and swoon and hate
To stir in hopes or see what passion brings
So guard me, close, or open me and cry ...
I'll bound and thrum and patiently ... await.





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Open Me First" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.

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Sam Kauffman January 15, 2020 at 12:50 PM Oh my, Greg - powerful poem - so visual. A beautiful picture drawn with your expressive words. Congratulations!

John Hamilton January 15, 2020 at 9:08 AM This is a masterpiece Greg, congrats on another top win, Craig is a good judge of talent, and this one deserved to be rewarded. I must save this to savor at a later date.

Beata Agustin January 14, 2020 at 11:08 PM Wow! Congrats. Thanks for sharing this. (Thanks likewise for my placement in your sponsored contest.) God bless you.

Vijay Pandit January 13, 2020 at 6:35 AM A spectacular write, Greg--I am saving in my FAVES.