Naught But Left
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Stars to drown in Heaven's pleat
Told, too late, that dawn is nigh
Butter moon melts yellow, sweet
Spread with baste upon the sky -
(Naught but left to wonder why)
Berried bows that purse to kiss
Tender lips 'neath honeyed hair
Lovers swim thru' meadow bliss
Lost to passion, bright and bare -
(Naught but left to wonder where)
In the beryl boughs they weave
On the wing, what throats allow
Nightingales thus dearly grieve
Of the morning's furrowed brow -
(Naught but left to wonder how)
Sojourn life, to death from birth
Bound for dreams and back again
Loves and reefs to gore our girth
Washed to ruin at journey's end -
(Naught but left to wonder when)
We peering humans look to see
Paths and prints we left behind
Still, we've gypsies yet to free -
All that wanders thru our mind -
(All the wonders ... left to find)
All the wonders ...
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Special 4, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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