Misunderstood
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I wear the night upon my wings,
A sound resounding, ever sings,
O back to crags with gatherings -
That home of up-to-down ...
Where happy has a frown.
Into the twilight breath, I come,
Of critters, small, in endless sum,
At hunger's pity, deep, I plumb,
To sate that endless thirst ...
That life will e'er make first.
I dance a dandy with the moon,
A dervish, dark, I swiftly swoon -
One silent song, I care to croon,
That mine, alone, can hear ...
A bounce from ear-to-ear.
O wrap me tightly, midnight sea,
I'm yet one dark-winged prodigy,
To swim your echos fair and free,
And weave them until dawn ...
When you and I ... are gone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (9) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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