Gregory Richard Barden Poet Rhyme

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vaults veneer

whate'er the sun
      hunts up the sky
         is meant, as lace
   to grace the eye

in dazzled dreams
      that dance a-sea
         and weep that fills
   the rills and leas

for what light paints
      in day's dear death
         can gift one’s gaze
   yet steal the breath

as eve’s dark bloom
      thus burgeons, ours -
         sweet butt’ry moons
   … and silvered stars.






( for the “No 1256 New Poem Only” Poetry Contest, Brian strand, Judge/Sponsor )

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Craig Cornish December 7, 2023 at 7:08 PM You know I like magnificence in brevity - this, truly no exception on so many levels.

Daniel Turner November 8, 2023 at 7:28 PM Always a great read, Greg. This is true poetry (IMHO)Good luck! Reads like a winner. I hope life has been treating you well old friend:)