June 8, 2024
Inspired By: Poetry Shoud Be Felt Premiere Contest
Sponsor: Suzette Richards
Third Place
poetry eludes my soul when I desperately want to embrace it when I watch dahlias blossom and dance in the wind poetry glowing in my mind dances too when at tranquil dawn idly lying in bed I listen to pitter-patter of falling raindrops when sun-god appears on his chariot driven by seven horses illuminate horizon turning sky into flaming vermillion crimson with my elated heart I dream poetry poetry abandons me when at darkest of nights I stay awake looking at the bare ceiling wonder why unfair and cruel words still cut me mercilessly like a knife why do I feel like a candle inside me melting till there is nothing left fragile petals of a wilting rose ruthlessly sprawled on the hard ground why do teardrops fall like tiniest pearls created by hurt and suffering in a poverty-stricken country early quiet morning crows caw harshly the young boy I see on the streets painting the exterior of a building a torn shirt on a skeleton body shivering from biting cold beyond my comprehension how he survives poetry leaves me
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