and post notes and photos about your poem like Gregory R Barden.
In the spirit of the incomparable Robert Frost, and a poem I learned in childhood.
My mind to arms to hands to oars to lake
I cleave the sunrise glass-like surface, still
With just my lonely friend, a mallard drake
Thus set adrift, my thoughts, upon the wake
So buoyed by the breath of morning's chill ...
Oh, how I long to know the somber deep
To let my weary soul sink with the bream
But I have many vows that I must keep
My web-toed friend and I have loves to reap
And many lochs to row before we dream ...
Yes, many lochs to row ... before we dream.
Submitted on November 11, 2018
To the "Standard Contest Number 135 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Rhyme Time II" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018