Desire the sound or hope,
deluding minds in darkness.
Daunting though its scope,
deluged now with the access.
Elope into the morrow,
envelope me with song.
Enclose me now in sorrow
easing against the throng.
Longing for succulent prospect,
laying waste to eager night,
Lopsided in neglect,
listless with delight.
Only now will I protest,
owning nothing less.
Opening now I detest,
one more time to bless….
In a list
A contest entry
- Desolation or Consolation by Rheea.
1000 points, ended January 10, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lovely as usual!
Your muse is just sparkling lately...with lovely words and beautiful creativity! Best wishes in the contest and always!
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oh dear one you are full up and wondering.
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