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Placed Tenth in: Perhaps, A Poem, Poety Contest of John Lawless

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Perhaps

                                                                        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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September 20, 2025 at 1:38 AM
Love the simplicity of the title it drew me in….and your beautifully flowing poem did not disappoint Guptar! Perhaps and maybes have so much possibility! Debx
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September 22, 2025 at 8:30 AM
Thank you friend for appreciating the poem and your kind wishes. Sending you wishes for a pleasant day.
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