Searching For Calm Repose
Where in silence heaves the evening breeze
A lissome heather ceaselessly droops low
Through graveyard fields, I collect my tears
Against the swagger of iridescent leaves,
And golden, winged pinions dart on twigs
Beyond my reach, this lone sojourn reels on.
The frail of moon seems to besmirch eve’s gloss
While in this vast expanse, quietude awaits
Until throes of gloom weigh upon my bosom
Pulling me down on murky weeds of clay--
Yet, above the firmament sparks
As moistened hands pray for temperate rain ;
My eyelids arms forehead upward turned
Unto celestial orbit of auroral light;
That although duskfall guides this passage--
I quiver beside the heather tree, inconsolable
To slumber, to dream, to find sweet repose.
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Pre-Written 5/28/2018 Submitted 6/30/2018
Best Free Verse Poem in May 2018
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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