Paradox
Hold onto your spirit my old soul
my young nights floating in sky,
with black clouds moving to light stars
do war drums still pound against your sanity?
Signs of victory in labyrinths you'd found
but blazing sparks still burn your brown books,
with ghosts on roads of mourning nights
can you bury your doubts in dust again?
Hush! Your valiant shadow stands tonight
at crimson doors of agony from past in pain,
thorns born of wailing scars vanish gloriously
do blissful crystals wrap your sizzling grains?
Onyx hollows drooping your visions in black
brush your dancing chaos in topaz dusk,
numb raging coal shifts in hammocks of paranoia
can you find light through falls in snowstorm?
My old soul, your symphony of valour in halo
blooms in drizzling dark wisps of apathy,
sparkling buds in wings dripping at twilight,
fly along, your mind rains stars on this dawn.
July 14, 2020
A Lipogram poem without the letter 'E'
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
~Premiere Contest Winner:4th Place
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