The Shores Of Ardor
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I stand upon the sands of lovers, past,
Surveying, bleak, the misty metaphors ...
A crimson blush of hope, so setting fast,
Its wake left by a tempest on this shore.
Seems only yesterday I found this place,
The grace of youth and yearning underfoot ...
A pulse of passion, showing love its face,
And leaving but an ash of desire's soot.
A shadow of my longing leaves me cold -
These seas of love are all I cared to sail,
Yet now my course's harvest finds me old,
As all my moonlight drizzles, wan and pale.
And so ...
I'll lay my joys upon these sands to stay ...
Forgotten, not, 'til time is washed away.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Any Rhyming Poem In April" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Mid April 2018 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
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