Pictures of life are so blurry looking through the lens of a wet pane
Wind fills it with all its fury heavy; driving me today a cold rain
It howls with a strength; if only I could use the screen as a harnessing strain
But instead, I run from it just as a minnow swims towards a seine
It's tailwinds inflicted untold fear as they razed the central plane
There's life in this sky, elixir; as the Tulips push out of the soil this week, they can not restrain
Sunshine will fall again just as water always finds a way to drain
Such guilt seeing all the colors of the world unfold, it hurts so badly that it was expensed by others' pain
The cycle continues,
As those habits won't break.
While traveling in & out of debt,
And reliving the heartache.
This struggle seems perpetual,
Whether investing or expensed.
As the risk is often intangible,
Yet always experienced.
Such conflict creates tension,
Lasting throughout a lifetime.
As decisions are weighed carefully,
And hopefully, they'll rhyme.
Fallen frost its dew point laden
Holds the rose as a fair maiden
Briskly touching her petals spice
Forging magic in dewdrops ice
Paused unwrapping her coat open
Her pageant exposed and woken
Upon the snow where rains commenced
She reached so brave her life expensed
The cold did bite and roots did freeze
Just one last thrust her beauty pleased
These eyes cast on crimson in white
Would she make it through the long night?
I plucked her there a saving grace
It put a smile upon my face
To see splendor endure such strife
An icy grave not halting life
So in a vase I placed her well
To keep alive this sweet noel
November 25, 2020
Lay November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
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Doom was your love, yet he walked
To the pebbled shore, and rode
The waves, and expensed
His left time, of regret
‘tell I’ll love her, miss her
And bring her as I rise
When I ‘ll drink the sea,’ and said
To bring rum, as salt will make him numb.
Now he will rose to you, come to garden
As flowers will grow from his decaying corpse
Come quick as tides are rising again
And gulls are fleeing to their freedom.
At the bottom, creature will tear him
‘wish I had died in your arms, as your tears
Quenched my thirst”.
“Ah! Kiss me with your heat, when I’m just an image.”
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