Jaunt For Gist
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I sought my truth within the sky
The squally blue, my wings to ply
A thrust on thermals, carried high
And yet, the gospel that I found?
My feet still fixed to feral ground.
I dared to plunge the oceans, deep
To burn in Neptune's coldest keep
And bleed to soft, abiding sleep
Still, dull, his trident couldn't pierce
And all endowed me? Failure, fierce.
I sought a meaning deep within
A quest divorced of flesh and skin
To hone the rusted blade of sin
But all the meat that met me there?
Long since rancid with despair.
I feigned to know a god above
A sacred purpose bound to love
Decanting boundless realms, thereof
Yet, veiled in all that bright expanse?
A dirge divine, devoid the dance.
However long we're called to stay
On this blue marble, night-to-day
Our passioned spirit finds a way
Despite our limits, sky and earth
We NEVER cease to mete our worth.
** FIFTH PLACE in the "Contest 335" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
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