a blemished sky
smears greys to blurs
winter lingering
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Submitted on February 23, 2025 to contest 'A FEBRUARY 2025 POSTED' sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH
her piggie died my
love denied
she cried I
cried
alone by her
side
honesty
decried
never should've
lied
perhaps death has
died
retry
retry
retry re-
try.
Splotchy clouds
squeeze billions of
raindrops
from a blemished
sky bruised with purplish
charcoal grey
blotches:
as lightning
flashes
and thunder
accost the
the face of heaven;
summoning the mournful
tears
of weeping angels.
Standing ‘neath the spotlights
Burning white and blue
Calling on the muses
For something real and true
The theater is a sanctuary
A hallowed, fertile ground
Where humans mix with mystics
And the ancient wise abound
The poet, and the prophet
The shaman, and the priest
Displaying all the archetypes
From the greatest to the least
We’ll never tire of stories
For that is what we are
The theater is a universe
And we its blemished stars
Blemished; tarnished as brass
In search of hidden places to rest
Floundering in seas of murky haze
Struggling through each cloudy day
Reaching out from the abyss
Yet helping hands stay far away
This blemished record
Uncalled for and unjust accusations
When did you become a pompous lord?
Rise much higher
And you'll burn in the sun
Screaming my denial
Alone and unheard
Underhanded games were always your style
Can't even say a word
Is it that easy to look down on me;
Your forgotten prodigy
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