Written: February 03, 2025, for contest, Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan
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In breeze
I smell your breath
that rustle gleaming twigs
of my forlorn wasteland of skimps
you grasp
In stars
I spot your eyes
that guard the transient beats
of oxblood veins straight in the heart
for you.
In blooms
I smell your scent
toneless taste in the wild
preserved in veiled domains of mind
so still.
In lakes
your pictures wave
along the autumn fronds
of silver maple trees of mine
by there.
This journey of disclosure
The first to this world,
A forsaken exposure
A planet unfurled.
A constant gaze at twilight
To spy just a glimpse,
A distant glance of starlight
The eye seldom skimps.
The mornings have not spoken
All life remains still,
Dawn’s chorus has not woken
Bleak this ice age chill.
A barren place the cosmos
Without seas of green,
But for those in dire chaos
Sown the human gene?
Earth i need to feel your grace
Touch the dew the rain,
Just to dwell within your race
Walk a country lane.
Oh! Joy of humanity
A portrait of love,
To render one’s sanity
Praise the lord above.
Alas one can only dream
Caress a troubled mind,
In this a different stream
Of the humankind!
© Harry J Horsman 2012