You Be the Judge
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There is a language in the language that only I speak
There is a weave of gossamer meanings that vibrates
Meant to tremble the spirit like song on the tympans
To drunken the heart with omens of love and passion
These words, these constructs of phonetic iterations
I can only judge with their strums of my heartstrings
In all humility, a music that sometimes moves, or not
And it is to each soul, in turn, to breathe it joy ... or silence.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "You Be The Judge" Poetry Contest
Bobby May, Judge & Sponsor.
Your Judgment Rating: Musically lyrical, intently ambiguous, soundly anapestic
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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