Sadness Released
When frosty wind roughens fine skin of day
exhaling the bite of late autumn sky--
O woeful eyes quiver and turn away
from hours' piercing ordeals that slowly die;
like fragile mirrors thrown into the air
my aloneness bleak as raked shadow's claw,
while ominous vapor darts…from nowhere
to cast upon love done its sharpened jaw:
Yet above, tiny stars could not resist
their marquee of blinks, a luster divine
that I find grandeur aloft in night’s mist
absorbing tender pleasures quite benign.
How beautiful a gentle eve when viewed,
Through womanly fortitude now imbued.
1/11/2017
John Hamilton’s Beautiful Sadness Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2019
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