On Tranquil Lake
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Glass-like smooth of even's yawn
Just I, alone, and one cob swan
Trace cursive paths upon the lake
For we are OF the earth, not on
Sets the sun, to blow a kiss
Hushed glissades of feral bliss
Parting surface, gentle wakes
Surely, heaven must be this?
Swan and I, we share the eves
In feathered white tuxedo sleeves
He follows, as I row the skiff
My chaperon, as daylight leaves
I think, perhaps, he's lonely, too
Searching for a soul-mate who
Shares his love of blushing skies
And cleaving mirrored lakes, anew
The water's darkened interludes
Reflect our images and moods
Hopes we held of love this morn
Are put to bed as day concludes
Ere we meet, when dusk is drawn
I say a prayer that he'll be gone
That one of us will find true love ...
For we are OF the earth, not on.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 9" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ the "Beauty Of Solitude" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Your Choice (7), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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