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Poetry/Quintain (English)/My Sleepy Repose
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Written, July 28, 2024
For the International Contest, Eight Words 2
Sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 08/25/2024

Third Place

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My Sleepy Repose

 I was in a slumber repose,
so tired-  I wanted to rest:
then, a guitar vibrating grows,
I love the twanging of my guest;
bringing feeling that I repressed !

The tune is a dreamy cajole,
an enticement and seduction:
the music speaks love to my soul,
I sigh for my love's destruction;
recall our introduction !

I am in a place misty veiled,
hazy, dark, murky and shrouded:
I see headstones with etching paled,
and names engraved-  the stones crowded;
oh, why is the sky so clouded  !

I smell the fragrant lilacs bloom,
one day ... I planted these flowers:
he loved so their cluster perfume,
I could stand here many hours;
oh, weary-  and now the showers !

dreamquintain (english)

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