Images In Ivy
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I stand here 'neath these vines of old
Wrapped by the arms of stories told
The lads and lasses, bright and bold
A dancing brown-eyed blond
Of whom I'd been quite fond
I'd found her here, below this green
Those chestnut eyes, all of fourteen
Brought I, a senior, still quite green
Thru metaphor, to my knees
Her fain pawn, if you please
Then shared in all that love imparts
We gangling fools, in fits and starts
Too zealous for our bleeding hearts
To care where passions led
Found reckless in its stead
Now I'm back here, gone the years
Yet stirs my soul, amidst the fears
Her sweet voice still avails my ears
From all the memories lost
How much our loves can cost ...
How much, our loves ...
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Late February 2019 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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