Sanctuary
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There is a refuge, sweet, whereto I rush,
(Where all but clever words would be remiss),
When cheeks of evening sky begin to blush,
As setting sun bestows a goodnight kiss.
I go there with my pen to thus inspire,
And churn my muddled thoughts to acumen,
To winnow passion's embers into fire,
Or fan a flaring phrase of 'what' and 'when'.
It feeds to me a menu, rich and rare,
Of musing souls as mine, that seek to plumb ...
The depths of rapture, beauty and despair,
A feast of all we've been and may become.
But ...
No meal is perfect, that I must bequeath ...
And this soup has sharks stirring ... underneath.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Shark In the Soup" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "A Stunner January 2018" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor ... N/A'd on January 24, 2018, in the "Premiere Contest Number 390 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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