Written 19 September 2025 for Perhaps, A Poem, Poety Contest of John Lawless
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Perhaps in my mind, perhaps a poem tries To paint the colours of the vernal sky, Awaiting sunshine and the tender rain, To sprout and to ease my lingering pain; Perhaps it longs to shade the warmth of love Sprinkling gently like showers from above, Perhaps it yearns to portray birds that sing, Butterflies gliding in the air of spring; Perhaps it took birth in stillness of night While many others snored and slumbered tight, When the mind blossoms in deep quietude, Away from the rush of the multitude; Perhaps it craves for time and open space To bloom as flowers and to shine apace, To show its sparkling substance to the world, The allure of its beauty to unfurl; Perhaps it's caught in the web of my mind And needs a soft, gentle touch to untwine, A spark of solitude, still and serene To duly emerge from the hazy scene; Perhaps it misses the hues glowing bright To tint the sunrise orange, warm and light Or waits for inspiration from a muse Or is at a loss the colours to choose; Perhaps it fears the brush of outer views Or is averse, established norms to bruise, Perhaps it dreads the haze so dim and white That afflicts man with a hazardous blight; Perhaps it is still raw and imperfect In want of some added time to reflect, Perhaps it needs a gentle eye to glance A soft heart, willing to provide a chance; Perhaps it transcends what verses can say Or hides funny feelings felt on the way That may trigger a smile from some readers, Intent on going down the lines further; Perhaps it is just blowing in the air With endless perhaps hanging everywhere, A soft song sung on a melodic tune Soaring to the shrine of the silver moon.
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