Hurt burrows low in frown and tear,
as love finds fear in forlorn gaze
and sadness sips on mem'ries dear,
while life spins on through goal and phase.
As love finds fear in forlorn gaze,
regrets spill slow from longing's sight
and nights blend in to become days,
replacing sense with grief's own plight.
And sadness sips on mem'ries dear
as cups of conscience overflow,
so soon mistakes return to sear
and secrets slip to hide below.
While life spins on through goal and phase,
we reach to roads where faith can start
to teach sung truths in all heart says-
denying strength and hope to part.
Author notes
A Retourne
A contest entry
- Retourne to Form by Age of Rain.
1175 points, ended September 21, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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'And sadness sips on mem'ries dear
as cups of conscience overflow,"
How great is that? VERY one should say. Not only do the words flow, but so do the stanza's themselves. They take shape almost as vividly as your imagery. Beautifully done.
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a beautiful balance to this form poem, not at all predictable as the following stanzas take on directions like spokes emanating from the hub of a wheel and together it moves... so overy nice...PK
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