Written: May 25, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Silent One
2nd place contest winner
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Quote: "Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” — By Rumi ( With my honest wishes of a long and healthy life— Very Happy Birthday.
The moon still glows—an alabaster flame,
memory’s mirror, never the same.
Spume drifts, shimmering and bright,
not shadowy, but limpid light.
You watch sunsets and softly muse—
Do you fade, or do you fuse?
Their shades shroud loss and gain,
a peculiar parity of pleasure and pain.
Lessons grasped don’t be acrimonious,
regrets mollified primarily harmonious.
Time’s conundrum teaches clear—
Delicate days are a deep fear.
To your tender time, you’d tell and attire,
Beware quixotry, yet seize the desire.
Do not anathemize your fall—
Failure’s anodyne heals all.
Though tristful shadows at times prowl,
still you liaise with joy, still you howl.
Twilight or dawn, the soul’s refrain—
amaranthine light will remain.
The pain within that pierces deep
is like the prick of rose’s thorn
and leaves my meager mind to mourn
while yearning for eternal sleep.
These tristful tears from my soul seep
like winter’s chill on summer morn
are but a sign of love forlorn
that causes weary will to weep.
While gazing in her soft green eyes
I thought that love was here to stay,
but now I find my hope’s demise
is just the guise of flower’s way;
for underneath her beauty lies
the thorn with which her wiles betray.
July 12, 2020
a tristful passing cloud
a tearful winter moon---
Solace
Love
Ardent, boundless
Caring, empowering, promising,
Paroxysm, veridicality, Anhedonia, ephemeral
Trivializing, evading, weakening,
Tristful, lorn
Indifference
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